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... blest as balmy dews that Hermon cheer , Melt in soft cadence on the pilgrim's ear ) ; Forgive , blest spirits , if a theme so high Mock the weak notes of mortal minstrelsy ! Yet , might your aid this anxious breast inspire With one ...
... blest as balmy dews that Hermon cheer , Melt in soft cadence on the pilgrim's ear ) ; Forgive , blest spirits , if a theme so high Mock the weak notes of mortal minstrelsy ! Yet , might your aid this anxious breast inspire With one ...
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... no more your glitt'ring marts unfold Sidonian dyes and Lusitanian gold ; Though not for you the pale and sickly slave Forgets the light in Ophir's wealthy cave ; Yet yours the lot , in proud contentment blest , PALESTINE . 23.
... no more your glitt'ring marts unfold Sidonian dyes and Lusitanian gold ; Though not for you the pale and sickly slave Forgets the light in Ophir's wealthy cave ; Yet yours the lot , in proud contentment blest , PALESTINE . 23.
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Reginald Heber. Yet yours the lot , in proud contentment blest , Where cheerful labour leads to tranquil rest . No robber rage the ripening harvest knows ; And unrestrain'd the generous vintage flows : Nor less your sons to manliest ...
Reginald Heber. Yet yours the lot , in proud contentment blest , Where cheerful labour leads to tranquil rest . No robber rage the ripening harvest knows ; And unrestrain'd the generous vintage flows : Nor less your sons to manliest ...
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... blest control , And howling fiends release the tortur'd soul ; The beams of gladness hell's dark caves illume , And Mercy broods above the distant gloom . Thou palsied earth , with noonday night o'erspread ! Thou sick'ning sun , so dark ...
... blest control , And howling fiends release the tortur'd soul ; The beams of gladness hell's dark caves illume , And Mercy broods above the distant gloom . Thou palsied earth , with noonday night o'erspread ! Thou sick'ning sun , so dark ...
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... blest , The dull , lethargic sov'reign of the breast ! Be his the life that creeps in dead repose , No joy that sparkles , and no tear that flows ! Far other they who rear'd yon pompous shrine , And bade the rock with Parian marble ...
... blest , The dull , lethargic sov'reign of the breast ! Be his the life that creeps in dead repose , No joy that sparkles , and no tear that flows ! Far other they who rear'd yon pompous shrine , And bade the rock with Parian marble ...
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Adrastus Alpheus Amorite ancient Asturia bards beneath blessed blest blood bore brave breast bright bright promise brow CAMARINA car-borne chariot Charlemagne coursers Cronian crown'd dark daughter deeds dread E'en earth Europe's fame fate fiery flame flood flower Freedom's glory gods gold harp hath head heart heaven Heber hero hill Hodnet holy hope hour Israel Jove king labour LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS Lemnos line 12 line 26 Lord maid martial MISS BREMER mortal mountain muse Nebaioth night nightly numbers o'er ocean OLD BAILEY pale Palestine Parian marble patriot Pelops Pindar Pisa's plain POEMS pour'd praise prayer pride proud Psaumis race rear'd reign Roncesvalles Saguntum sandy Scythian shade shore sire Sofala song sons soul spear stern sway swell sword temple thee Theron's thine thou throne toil towery train tyrant's victor warrior waves weeping wing wreath youthful zeal
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Page 122 - And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. 'And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it; for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
Page 130 - I have trodden the winepress alone ; and of the people there was none with me : for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury ; and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment.
Page 114 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither : so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.
Page 122 - Thus saith the Lord God unto these bones : Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you and ye shall live, and I will lay sinews upon you, and will bring up flesh upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and ye shall live, and ye shall know that I am the Lord.
Page 36 - Earth's utmost bounds confess their awful sway, The mountains worship, and the isles obey ; Nor sun nor moon they need, — nor day, nor night ; — God is their temple, and the Lamb their light : And shall not Israel's sons exulting come, Hail the glad beam, and claim their ancient home ? On David's throne shall David's offspring reign, And the dry bones be warm with life again.
Page 121 - And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and shewed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God, having the glory of God...
Page 120 - And I will multiply the fruit of the tree, and the increase of the field, that ye shall receive no more reproach of famine among the heathen.
Page 63 - Oh ! welcome came the cheerful morn, to show The drifted wreck of Zoan's pride below ; The mangled limbs of men — the broken car — A few sad relics of a nation's war : Alas, how few ! — Then, soft as Elim's well, The precious tears of new-born freedom fell. And he, whose harden'd heart alike had borne The house of bondage and th...
Page 32 - O'er his still breast a tearful fervour stole, And softer sorrows charm'd the mourner's soul. Oh, lives there one, who mocks his artless zeal — Too proud to worship, and too wise to feel ? Be his the soul with wintry reason blest, The dull, lethargic sovereign of the breast ! Be his the life that creeps in dead repose, No joy that sparkles, and no tear that flows ! Far other they who rear'd yon pompous shrine, And bade the rock with Parian marble shine.
Page 36 - And who is He ? the vast the awful form, Girt with the whirlwind, sandal'd with the storm ? A western cloud around his limbs is spread, His crown a rainbow, and a sun his head. To highest heaven he lifts his kingly hand, And treads at once the ocean and the land ! And hark ! his voice amid the thunder's roar, His dreadful voice that time...