The Widow of the City of Naïn; and Other PoemsJ.M. Richardson, J. Hatchard, and Deighton and sons, 1821 - 85 من الصفحات |
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adore agony aught bards beam bear bier bitterness bless blest bloom breast breathed bright brow burning calm ceased cheek cold cold heart crown dark dead dear death decay deem deep deplore desolate despair doom dost dread dream dying E'en earth earthly eternal faded fear feel fell fled fond friends gazed Gleams o'er gloom glory gone grace grave grief groan guilt heart heaven hope Jehovah's Jerusalem Jesus Judah light linger look lustre lyre MARTYR matchless melt mercy misery mortal mother mourn murmuring NAÏN oh Lord pain pale pangs peace pity Postume prayer pride rapture resign sadness Salem satiety Saviour shed shone sigh sinking sleep smile solace soon soothe sorrow soul spirit sting strife strove tears of love tempest thee thine thou art thou shalt thou wert thou wilt Thy dream Thy power sustained tomb Twas wake watched weep wept Whate'er wild withered youth Zion's
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الصفحة 60 - And the Lord turned, and looked upon Peter; and Peter remembered the word of the Lord, how he had said unto him, Before the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice. And Peter went out, and wept bitterly.
الصفحة 67 - When the pangs of death assail me, Weep not for me : Christ is mine, — He cannot fail me, — Weep not for me. Yes! though sin and doubt endeavour From His love my soul to sever, Jesus is my strength for ever ; Weep not for me.
الصفحة 65 - And hail'd thee the heir of thy father's high name ! But now, with remorse that avails not, I mourn thee, Forsaken and friendless as soon thou wilt be ; In a world, if it cannot betray, that will scorn thee — Avenging the guilt of thy mother on thee. And when the dark thought...
الصفحة 31 - Dear as thou wert, and justly dear, We will not weep for thee, One thought shall check the starting tear, It is — that thou art free.
الصفحة 14 - And spoke the pang he would not speak, And froze her fears to certainty. Nor deem it strange that hope had power To soothe her soul in such an hour. Where time has rent the lordly tower And moss entwines the arches grey, Springs many a light and lovely flower That lends a lustre to decay.
الصفحة 31 - And thus shall faith's consoling power The tears of love restrain ; Oh, who that saw thy parting hour Could wish thee here again...
الصفحة 54 - I have revell'd in Hope's fairy dream, And tasted the raptures of Love's purest bliss; Delusive are both, though alluring they seem, Like vapours that gleam o'er a hidden abyss. The proud thirst of glory was mine from my birth ; But what can this world to ambition display, Which grasps at the skies, but is bounded by earth — A spirit of fire in a prison of clay...
الصفحة 3 - Orphea silvae, arte materna rapidos morantem fluminum lapsus celeresque ventos, blandum et auritas fidibus canoris ducere quercus? quid prius dicam solitis parentis laudibus, qui res hominum ac deorum, qui mare et terras variisque mundum temperat horis?
الصفحة 66 - And when the dark thought of my fate shall awaken The deep blush of shame on thy innocent cheek; When by all but the God of the orphan forsaken, A home and a father in vain thou...
الصفحة 79 - Oh Death ! where is thy sting ? Oh Grave ! where is thy victory ? The sting of Death is sin, and the strength of sin is the Law.