Specimens of the American PoetsT. and J. Allman, 1822 - 283 psl. |
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... though mournfully it flows : And as that harp , which God alone bestows , Is swept in concert with that sinking breath , Its cold chords shrink , as from the touch of death . It was the touch of death ! -Sweet be thy AIRS OF PALESTINE . 31.
... though mournfully it flows : And as that harp , which God alone bestows , Is swept in concert with that sinking breath , Its cold chords shrink , as from the touch of death . It was the touch of death ! -Sweet be thy AIRS OF PALESTINE . 31.
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It was the touch of death ! -Sweet be thy slumbers , Harp of the prophet ! but those holy numbers , That death - denoting , monitory moan , Shall live , till Nature heaves her dying groan . From Pisgah's top his eye the prophet threw ...
It was the touch of death ! -Sweet be thy slumbers , Harp of the prophet ! but those holy numbers , That death - denoting , monitory moan , Shall live , till Nature heaves her dying groan . From Pisgah's top his eye the prophet threw ...
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... sweet response , whose choral strains Lingered and languished on Judæa's plains . Yon living lamps , charm'd from their chambers blue , By airs so heavenly , from the skies withdrew : All ? -all , but one , that hung and burn'd alone ...
... sweet response , whose choral strains Lingered and languished on Judæa's plains . Yon living lamps , charm'd from their chambers blue , By airs so heavenly , from the skies withdrew : All ? -all , but one , that hung and burn'd alone ...
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... sweet ! how holy ! The last he sung on earth : -how melancholy ! Along the valley sweep the expiring notes : On Kedron's wave the melting music floats : From her blue arch , the lamp of evening flings Her mellow lustre , as the Saviour ...
... sweet ! how holy ! The last he sung on earth : -how melancholy ! Along the valley sweep the expiring notes : On Kedron's wave the melting music floats : From her blue arch , the lamp of evening flings Her mellow lustre , as the Saviour ...
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... sweets perfume my wreath , Than Carmel's hill and Sharon's valley breathe ? Are holy airs borne only through the skies , Where Sinai thunders , and where Horeb sighs ? And move they only o'er Arabia's sea , Bethesda's pool , the lake of ...
... sweets perfume my wreath , Than Carmel's hill and Sharon's valley breathe ? Are holy airs borne only through the skies , Where Sinai thunders , and where Horeb sighs ? And move they only o'er Arabia's sea , Bethesda's pool , the lake of ...
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206 psl. - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
57 psl. - And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
218 psl. - So live, that when thy summons comes, to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
69 psl. - For he is good ; for his mercy endureth for ever : that then the house was filled with a cloud, even the house of the Lord; so that the priests could not stand to minister by reason of the cloud : for the glory of the Lord had filled the house of God.
209 psl. - I'll not o'erlook the modest flower That made the woods of April bright. INSCRIPTION FOR THE ENTRANCE TO A WOOD STRANGER, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares, To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood And view the haunts of Nature.
216 psl. - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again ; And, lost each human trace...
209 psl. - Try their thin wings and dance in the warm beam That waked them into life. Even the green trees Partake the deep contentment ; as they bend To the soft winds, the sun from the blue sky Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene. Scarce less the cleft-born wild-flower seems to enjoy Existence, than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets.
57 psl. - And Jesse took an ass laden with bread, and a bottle of wine, and a kid, and sent them by David his son unto Saul.
206 psl. - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost.
216 psl. - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,— the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods— rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.