Poems on religious, moral, and descriptive subjects, by an officer in the army1827 |
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... blood , Adore their Saviour , and their God , With all the Patriarchal Train In harmony's enraptured strain ; Whilst the bright - eyed Seraphim , And youthful - blooming Cherubim , In radiant ranks , that flaming glow , Their heav'n 4.
... blood , Adore their Saviour , and their God , With all the Patriarchal Train In harmony's enraptured strain ; Whilst the bright - eyed Seraphim , And youthful - blooming Cherubim , In radiant ranks , that flaming glow , Their heav'n 4.
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Poems. And Fancy views thy awful form Amid the terrors of the storm , Whilst the loud rattling thunders roll , And light'nings flash from pole to pole , Filling all the soul with dread ; Whilst guilty Terror shrouds his head , And ...
Poems. And Fancy views thy awful form Amid the terrors of the storm , Whilst the loud rattling thunders roll , And light'nings flash from pole to pole , Filling all the soul with dread ; Whilst guilty Terror shrouds his head , And ...
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... Whilst the softly murmuring strains Sooth the hapless Lover's pains , As lone he wanders thro ' the grove , Muttering of his hopeless love ; Then casts him down by fountain side , To watch the waters as they glide , Sweetly tinkling as ...
... Whilst the softly murmuring strains Sooth the hapless Lover's pains , As lone he wanders thro ' the grove , Muttering of his hopeless love ; Then casts him down by fountain side , To watch the waters as they glide , Sweetly tinkling as ...
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... ; Or to the ploughman's merry lay , Whistling as he wends his way ; Whilst the Shepherd's pipe I hear , Sweetly soothing to the ear , As he sits his flocks among , And charms them B 3 Fond hopes so fair , and joys so holy ,
... ; Or to the ploughman's merry lay , Whistling as he wends his way ; Whilst the Shepherd's pipe I hear , Sweetly soothing to the ear , As he sits his flocks among , And charms them B 3 Fond hopes so fair , and joys so holy ,
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... whilst Zephyrs wave Their odours sweet thro ' all the air ; And now's the vesper hour of prayer , And Convent bells are sweetly ringing , Whilst the birds of eve are singing ; For ah ! I hear the turtle dove Telling all her tale of love ...
... whilst Zephyrs wave Their odours sweet thro ' all the air ; And now's the vesper hour of prayer , And Convent bells are sweetly ringing , Whilst the birds of eve are singing ; For ah ! I hear the turtle dove Telling all her tale of love ...
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Poems on Religious, Moral, and Descriptive Subjects, by an Officer in the Army Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2020 |
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beam beamy beauty beauty's beneath blest blissful bloom blooming band bower breast breath Bridge of Earn bright brow budding grace calm clouds dark dear death deep despair Devon dewy dream DURIMEL e'er earth eternal evangelic band fading fair faith farewell fear feel flower fond friends Friendship gaze gentle glory glowing grace hallow'd hath heart Heaven heavenly Hereford holy hope hour life's light lingering lone love's loveliness meet Mercy Miss mournful murmuring muse Nature's ne'er Neath night o'er O'NEILL once pass'd peace pensive Perchance perfect perfect bliss plaintive pure rapture REBEL reigns rest rose Rose of Sharon rosy scenes seem'd sigh sing smile smiling band soft song SONNET soothing sorrow soul sound spirit stray sweet tears tender thee thine thought thro truth turn'd unfriendly skies vale voice wandering Whate'er Whilst wild wilderness Of sin WRITTEN ABROAD youth
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Sida 22 - On the demise of a person of eminence, it is confidently averred that he had a hand "open as day to melting charity," and that "take him for all in all, we ne'er shall look upon his like again.
Sida 97 - His caput in a covering so vile. A change came o'er the nature of my hat. — Grease-spots appeared — but still in silence, on I wore it — and then family and friends Glared madly at each other. — There was one Who said — but hold — no matter what was said — A time may come when I away — away — Not till the season's ripe can I reveal Thoughts that do lie too deep for common minds — Till then the world shall not pluck out the heart Of this my mystery.
Sida 97 - ... heart Of this my mystery. When I will, I will ! The hat was now greasy, and old, and torn, But torn, old, greasy, still I wore it on. A change came o'er the business of this hat. Women, and men and children, scowled on me — My company was shunned — I was alone ! None would associate with such a hat — Friendship itself proved faithless for a hat. She that I loved, within whose gentle breast I treasured up my heart, looked cold as death — Love's fires went out — extinguished by a hat....
Sida 217 - One link which knits us with young dreams again, One thought so sweet we scarcely dare to muse On all the hoarded raptures it reviews, Which seems each instant in its backward range...
Sida 97 - But dwelte at hoom, and kepte wel his folde, So that the wolf ne made it nat miscarie; He was a shepherde and no mercenarie. And though he holy were, and vertuous, He was to sinful man nat despitous, Ne of his speche daungerous ne digne, But in his teching discreet and benigne.
Sida 97 - The queen of the south shall rise up in the judgment with the men of this generation, and condemn them : for she came from the utmost parts of the earth, to hear the wisdom of Solomon ; and behold, a greater than Solomon is here.
Sida 97 - Such wood-ground, pastures, quarries, wealthy mines. Such rocks in whom the diamond fairly shines; And if the earth can show the like again, Yet will she fail in her sea-ruling men. Time never can produce men to o'ertake The fames of Greenvil, Davies, Gilbert, Drake, Or worthy Hawkins, or of thousands more That by their power made the Devonian shore Mock the proud Tagus...
Sida 97 - Non possidentem multa vocaveris Recte beatum : rectius occupat Nomen beati qui deorum Muneribus sapienter uti Duramque callet pauperiem pati, Pejusque leto flagitium timet, Non ille pro caris amicis Aut patria timidus perire.
Sida 97 - Of those, that knew me best, some turned aside, And scudded down dark lanes ; one man did place His finger on his nose's side, and jeered ; Others, in horrid mockery, laughed outright ; Yea, dogs, deceived by instinct's dubious ray, Fixing their swart glare on my ragged hat, Mistook me for a beggar, and they barked. Thus, women, men, friends, strangers, lover, dogs, One thought pervaded all — it was my hat.
Sida 97 - This tattered, brown, old, greasy coverture (Time had endeared its vileness) was transferred To the possession of a wandering son Of Israel's fated race — and friends once more Greeted my digits with the wonted squeeze : — Once more I went my way — along — along — And plucked no wondering gaze...