The Diosma, a PerennialPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 287 страници |
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... Round Memory's hallowed shrine . We come their honored names to bless , Their story to prolong , Who startled here the wilderness With Zion's pealing song ; While bending o'er the battlement Of Heaven , they now THE DIOSMA . 19.
... Round Memory's hallowed shrine . We come their honored names to bless , Their story to prolong , Who startled here the wilderness With Zion's pealing song ; While bending o'er the battlement Of Heaven , they now THE DIOSMA . 19.
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... light of summer skies ; - But gone the girdle that she used to wear Of summer roses ; and the sandal - flowers , That hung , enamored , round her fairy feet , When , in her youth , she haunted earthly bowers THE DIOSMA . 25.
... light of summer skies ; - But gone the girdle that she used to wear Of summer roses ; and the sandal - flowers , That hung , enamored , round her fairy feet , When , in her youth , she haunted earthly bowers THE DIOSMA . 25.
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... round . MAN , that mysterious instrument of God , When the warm soul of new - descended power Breathed on his heart - strings , lifted up his voice , Chanting , " JEHOVAH ! " Since that blessed hour , While still her home is Heaven ...
... round . MAN , that mysterious instrument of God , When the warm soul of new - descended power Breathed on his heart - strings , lifted up his voice , Chanting , " JEHOVAH ! " Since that blessed hour , While still her home is Heaven ...
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... round him , and his few , grieved friends ; To join their mournful spirits with the hymn , Ere to the Mount of Olives he went out So sorrowful . And now , his blessed word , A sacred pledge , is left to dying man , That at his second ...
... round him , and his few , grieved friends ; To join their mournful spirits with the hymn , Ere to the Mount of Olives he went out So sorrowful . And now , his blessed word , A sacred pledge , is left to dying man , That at his second ...
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... round , Sleep like the cherub here ? Alas ! for us , joy's brightest hours All fever as they fly , And leave a blight , - -- as sun - struck flowers Of too much glory die . Wearied with pleasure ! Does the wing Of angels fan 4 THE ...
... round , Sleep like the cherub here ? Alas ! for us , joy's brightest hours All fever as they fly , And leave a blight , - -- as sun - struck flowers Of too much glory die . Wearied with pleasure ! Does the wing Of angels fan 4 THE ...
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Страница 121 - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. " ' So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. " ' Our very hopes belied our fears ; Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. " ' For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; — she had Another morn...
Страница 189 - Now, I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way ; I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain ; — But I'll be as busy as they.
Страница 145 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Страница 131 - twill shortly be With every mark on earth from me ! A wave of dark oblivion's sea Will sweep across the place, Where I have trod the sandy shore Of Time, — and been to be no more ; Of me, — my day, — the name I bore.
Страница 205 - Thee, when young Spring first question'd Winter's sway, And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight, Thee on this bank he threw To mark his victory. In this low vale, the promise of the year, Serene, thou openest to the nipping gale, Unnoticed and alone, Thy tender elegance...
Страница 190 - I'll bite this basket of fruit," said he; "This costly pitcher I'll burst in three; And the glass of water they've left for me Shall 'tchick!
Страница 144 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath...
Страница 126 - Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy ; And balmy rest about thee— Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down and think Of all thy winning ways; Yet almost wish with sudden shrink That I had less to praise.
Страница 85 - Gainst dreams of baffled bliss the heart to steel, To wander sad down age's vale of tears, As whirl the wither'd leaves from friendship's tree, And on earth's wintry wold alone to be : Weep not for Her...
Страница 84 - Weep not for her ! Her span was like the sky, Whose thousand stars shine beautiful and bright ; Like flowers, that know not what it is to die ; Like long-link'd, shadeless months of Polar light ; Like Music floating o'er a waveless lake, While Echo answers from the flowery brake : Weep not for her ! Weep not for her! She died in early youth, Ere Hope had lost its rich romantic hues ; When human bosoms...