The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and PollokJ. Grigg, 1831 - 470 pages |
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... hast bowed ! While thy heart with the bard's bright ambition In those bright regions of the rising sun , was swelling , Where Victory ne'er a crown like thine hath won . But holy the theme was that wakened its fire . Praise , for yet ...
... hast bowed ! While thy heart with the bard's bright ambition In those bright regions of the rising sun , was swelling , Where Victory ne'er a crown like thine hath won . But holy the theme was that wakened its fire . Praise , for yet ...
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... hast linked in one . Waste not of hope , the morning light ! Ah , fools ! why ' stand ye idle here ? " Oh , as the griefs ye would assuage THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY . That wait on life's declining year , Secure a blessing for your age ...
... hast linked in one . Waste not of hope , the morning light ! Ah , fools ! why ' stand ye idle here ? " Oh , as the griefs ye would assuage THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY . That wait on life's declining year , Secure a blessing for your age ...
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... hast won ! " And mortal darkness wraps the gate of life , Daily be thou praised , my Son ! ” saith the Lord . When the poor spirit , from the tomb set free , “ Daily be thou praised , my Son ! Sinks at thy feet and lifts its hope to ...
... hast won ! " And mortal darkness wraps the gate of life , Daily be thou praised , my Son ! ” saith the Lord . When the poor spirit , from the tomb set free , “ Daily be thou praised , my Son ! Sinks at thy feet and lifts its hope to ...
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... hast trod before !, STANZAS ' Twas hard from those I loved to go , ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND . Who knelt around my bed , Whose tears bedewed my burning brow , Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not deWhose arms upheld my head ...
... hast trod before !, STANZAS ' Twas hard from those I loved to go , ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND . Who knelt around my bed , Whose tears bedewed my burning brow , Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not deWhose arms upheld my head ...
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... hast thou scorned , mid pomp , and wealth , Our task is done ! on Gunga's breast ( 6 ) The sun is sinking down to rest ; The sober transports of a studious hour ? — And moored beneath the tamarind bough , No , statesman , no ! -thy ...
... hast thou scorned , mid pomp , and wealth , Our task is done ! on Gunga's breast ( 6 ) The sun is sinking down to rest ; The sober transports of a studious hour ? — And moored beneath the tamarind bough , No , statesman , no ! -thy ...
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