The jewel, sacred, domestic, narrative and lyrical poems selected from eminent authors by T. Sloper1839 |
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... Lord thy God ? ' Frowning he spake , And instant sounds , as of the ocean - tide , Rose , and the whirlwind from his prison brake , And caught me up aloft , till , in one flake , The sidelong volley met my swift career , [ quake And ...
... Lord thy God ? ' Frowning he spake , And instant sounds , as of the ocean - tide , Rose , and the whirlwind from his prison brake , And caught me up aloft , till , in one flake , The sidelong volley met my swift career , [ quake And ...
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... Moriah's steep and rocky clime , A vision of the Lord reposed , and shone , — A cloudy signal , shaped for Abram's eye Alone to see , and there his altar raise ; The patriarch bowed , and o'er the mountain path Both 10 SACRED POEMS .
... Moriah's steep and rocky clime , A vision of the Lord reposed , and shone , — A cloudy signal , shaped for Abram's eye Alone to see , and there his altar raise ; The patriarch bowed , and o'er the mountain path Both 10 SACRED POEMS .
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... lord and slave : - The lovely , the tender , the ardent , the gay , Where were they ? -all wither'd in ashes At the terrible death - glare it gave . away , From the couches of slumber ten thousand cries Burst forth ' mid the silence ...
... lord and slave : - The lovely , the tender , the ardent , the gay , Where were they ? -all wither'd in ashes At the terrible death - glare it gave . away , From the couches of slumber ten thousand cries Burst forth ' mid the silence ...
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... Lord , he can harvest no more Than we glean , when the work of the reaper is o'er . Praise the Lord for his bounty ! while nations around Are groaning with famine , our garners abound ! Praise the Lord for his mercy ! with meekness ...
... Lord , he can harvest no more Than we glean , when the work of the reaper is o'er . Praise the Lord for his bounty ! while nations around Are groaning with famine , our garners abound ! Praise the Lord for his mercy ! with meekness ...
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... holy aid ! prays Fountain of Mercy ! Should I dare require Aught in my sinful ignorance , of ill , Punish me not by granting my desire- Reveal thy will ! Omniscient Lord ! who seest our utmost heart , My 18 SACRED POEMS .
... holy aid ! prays Fountain of Mercy ! Should I dare require Aught in my sinful ignorance , of ill , Punish me not by granting my desire- Reveal thy will ! Omniscient Lord ! who seest our utmost heart , My 18 SACRED POEMS .
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Page 207 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 89 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 80 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 45 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Page 156 - OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray : And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. " To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go ; And take a lantern, child, to light Your mother through the snow.
Page 165 - But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber.
Page 230 - AT the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill, And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove...
Page 232 - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Page 98 - The Blackbird in the summer trees, The Lark upon the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. " With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free...
Page 95 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.