Poetical Works CompleteCarey & Hart, 1838 - 345 pages |
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... sorrow but appears In Love's long catalogue of tears ? And some there are who leave the path In agony and fierce disdain ; But bear upon each cankered breast The scar that never heals again . My next was of a minstrel too , Who proved ...
... sorrow but appears In Love's long catalogue of tears ? And some there are who leave the path In agony and fierce disdain ; But bear upon each cankered breast The scar that never heals again . My next was of a minstrel too , Who proved ...
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... sorrow , sin , or scorn : Life had no evil destiny That , with him , I could not have borne ! I had been nurst in palaces ; Yet earth had not a spot so drcar , That I should not have thought a home , In paradise , had he been near ! How ...
... sorrow , sin , or scorn : Life had no evil destiny That , with him , I could not have borne ! I had been nurst in palaces ; Yet earth had not a spot so drcar , That I should not have thought a home , In paradise , had he been near ! How ...
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... sorrow and in solitude . I saw the hall where , day by day , He mused his weary life away ; It scarcely seem'd a place for wo , But rather like a genie's home . Around were graceful statues ranged , And pictures shone around the dome ...
... sorrow and in solitude . I saw the hall where , day by day , He mused his weary life away ; It scarcely seem'd a place for wo , But rather like a genie's home . Around were graceful statues ranged , And pictures shone around the dome ...
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... sorrow and shame , Darken'd wherever the war - fiend came . Ir stood beneath a large old chestnut tree , And had stood there for years : -the moonlight fell Over the white walls , which the vine had hung With its thick leaves and purple ...
... sorrow and shame , Darken'd wherever the war - fiend came . Ir stood beneath a large old chestnut tree , And had stood there for years : -the moonlight fell Over the white walls , which the vine had hung With its thick leaves and purple ...
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... sorrow of the heart . She woo'd the white dove to her breast , It sought at once its place of rest : Round it she threw her raven hair , - It seem'd to love the gentle snare , And its soft beak was raised to sip The honey - dew of her ...
... sorrow of the heart . She woo'd the white dove to her breast , It sought at once its place of rest : Round it she threw her raven hair , - It seem'd to love the gentle snare , And its soft beak was raised to sip The honey - dew of her ...
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amid art thou beauty beneath bloom blue blush boughs breath bright brow cheek child clouds cold colours CONISTON courser crimson curls dark dark eyes death deep dream earth face fair fairy faithless fear feel fill'd fling flowers flung gather'd gaze gentle glorious Golconda gold golden grave green hair hall hand happiness hath haunted heard heart heaven hope hour leaf LEITRA life's light lonely look look'd love's loveliness lute lyre maiden midnight minstrel Moorish morning Nadira never night o'er pale pass'd past perfume poison'd prayer pride purple rill rose round seem'd shade shadow shadow falls shine shone sigh silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring star stood summer sunshine sweet tale tears thee thine thou thought tomb tree turn'd Twas vex'd voice watch'd wave weary weep wild wind wings words young youth
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Page 251 - And God heard the voice of the lad; and the angel of God called to Hagar out of heaven, and said unto her, What aileth thee, Hagar? fear not; for God hath heard the voice of the lad where he is.
Page 250 - My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed. For he that is mighty hath done to me great things; and holy is his name.
Page 250 - And being warned of God in a dream that they should not return to Herod, they departed into their own country another way. 13 AND when they were departed, behold, the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream, saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee word : for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him.
Page 248 - Ye shall have a song, as in the night when a holy solemnity is kept; and gladness of heart, as when one goeth with a pipe to come into the mountain of the Lord, to the mighty One of Israel.
Page 256 - In those days came John the Baptist, preaching in the wilderness of Judea, and saying ; Repent ye ; for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.
Page 250 - When he arose, he took the young child and his mother by night, and departed into Egypt : and was there until the death of Herod : that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying, Out of Egypt have I called my son.
Page 252 - Then Judas, which had betrayed him, when he saw that he was condemned, repented himself, and brought again the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and elders, saying ; I have sinned, in that I have betrayed the innocent blood. And they said ; What is that to us ? See thou to that. And he cast down the pieces of silver in the temple, and departed ; and went and hanged himself.
Page 250 - And the angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly favoured, the Lord is with thee : blessed art thou among women.
Page 251 - And the water was spent in the bottle, and she cast the child under one of the shrubs. And she went, and sat her down over against him a good way off, as it were a bowshot : for she said, Let me not see the death of the child. And she sat over against him, and lift up her voice, and wept.
Page 229 - While daily, some mid those pale bands, Droop, sicken, pine, and die. Good God ! to think upon a child That has no childish days, No careless play, no frolics wild, No words of prayer and praise ! Man from the cradle — 'tis too soon To earn their daily bread, And heap the heat and toil of noon Upon an infant's head. To labour ere their strength be come, Or starve, — is such the doom That makes of many an English home One long and living tomb...