Poetical Works, Volume 2Little, Brown, 1865 |
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Common terms and phrases
age to age altar amidst art thou behold beneath bless blood breast breath Cain CANTO captive climb'd Climbing Boys clouds cried darkness death dream dust earth Easter Monday Eden's Enoch eternal Euphrates evermore face fear feet fire fix'd flame fled flood flowers foes gazed Giants gloom glory grace grave hand hast hath head heart heaven hills holy hope Javan Jehovah King land light limbs living look'd Lord Lottery love Thee lyre mercy minstrel moon morning mother's mountains Nature's never night numbers o'er Paradise pass'd Patriarchs peace praise prayer PSALM rest rise rock roll Deep roll'd rose round sacrifice seem'd Sheffield silent sing smile song soul spirit stars stood strength sweet tears thine Thou thought throne toil tomb tongue trembled truth turn'd Twas vex'd voice wake the dead wheels wind wings woods wrath youth Zillah
Popular passages
Page 287 - HAIL to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son ; Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ; He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity.
Page 260 - Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since Thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear; Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my stay ; No harm can befall, with my Comforter near.
Page 66 - And he called his name Noah, saying, This same shall comfort us concerning our work and toil of our hands, because of the ground which the LORD hath cursed.
Page 301 - Since, with pure and firm affection, Thou on God hast set thy love, With the wings of his protection He will shield thee from above. Thou shalt call on him in trouble, He will hearken, he will save ; Here for grief reward thee double, Crown with life beyond the grave.
Page 283 - GOD ! Thou art my God alone, Early to Thee my soul shall cry ; A pilgrim in a land unknown, A thirsty land whose springs are dry. 0 that it were as it hath been, When, praying in the holy place, Thy power and glory I have seen...
Page 275 - Built by the word of his command, With his unclouded presence blest, Firm as his throne the bulwarks stand ; There is our home, our hope, our rest.
Page 203 - My bosom with our fathers' fire ; A proud inheritance I claim In all their sufferings, all their fame ; Nor less delighted when I stray Down history's lengthening, widening way, -*' And hail Thee in thy present hour, From the meridian arch of power, Shedding the lustre of thy reign, Like sunshine, over land and main. I love Thee, — when I read the lays Of...
Page 62 - O let me follow in this dear embrace !' She sunk, and on his bosom hid her face. Adam look'd up; his visage changed its hue, Transform'd into an angel's at the view : ' I come !' he cried, with faith's full triumph fired, And in a sigh of ecstasy expired.
Page 83 - ... chords by turns, While Contemplation, on seraphic wings, Mounts with the flame of sacrifice, and sings. Twilight ! I love thee ; let thy glooms increase Till every feeling, every pulse, is peace : Slow from the sky the light of day declines, Clearer within the dawn of glory shines. Revealing, in the hour of Nature's rest, A world of wonders in the poet's breast : Deeper, O Twilight ! then thy shadows roll, An awful vision opens on my soul.
Page 167 - But ah ! what light and little things Are childhood's woes ! — they break no rest ; Like dew-drops on the skylark's wings, While slumbering in his grassy nest, Gone in a moment, when he springs To meet the morn with open breast, As o'er the eastern hills her banners glow, And veil'd in mist the valley sleeps below.