PoemsEdward O. Jenkins, 1846 - 168 من الصفحات |
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... • THE FATE OF GRECIAN LIBERTY , AN INFANT'S PAIN AND JOY , To A YOUTHFUL MOTHER , To Miss M. B. ACROSTIC , To MRS . J. A. C. , THE CONSECRATION , 123 131 • 135 137 138 139 140 HYMN FOR THE SICK , CONTENTS . THE AGED SOLDIER vi CONTENTS .
... • THE FATE OF GRECIAN LIBERTY , AN INFANT'S PAIN AND JOY , To A YOUTHFUL MOTHER , To Miss M. B. ACROSTIC , To MRS . J. A. C. , THE CONSECRATION , 123 131 • 135 137 138 139 140 HYMN FOR THE SICK , CONTENTS . THE AGED SOLDIER vi CONTENTS .
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John W. Curtis. HYMN FOR THE SICK , CONTENTS . THE AGED SOLDIER AND HIS DAUGHTER , . vii Page 142 143 MISCELLANEOUS PIECES : The Melancholy Hour , 151 There is Beauty , 154 To Miss E. P. B. , 155 Our Home is not on Earth , 156 The Three ...
John W. Curtis. HYMN FOR THE SICK , CONTENTS . THE AGED SOLDIER AND HIS DAUGHTER , . vii Page 142 143 MISCELLANEOUS PIECES : The Melancholy Hour , 151 There is Beauty , 154 To Miss E. P. B. , 155 Our Home is not on Earth , 156 The Three ...
الصفحة 27
... hymns at eve that Holy One Who Sion chose , his loved abode . Or bids the lordly trump and cymbal sound , ' Till the arched temple speak the echoes round . Hark ! Heard ye not that note all wild ? It came from yon lone mountain cave ...
... hymns at eve that Holy One Who Sion chose , his loved abode . Or bids the lordly trump and cymbal sound , ' Till the arched temple speak the echoes round . Hark ! Heard ye not that note all wild ? It came from yon lone mountain cave ...
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... hymns all simplicity , pathos , and fire , The chaste Muse of Addison loves to inspire , And bear up the soul to the " firmament high , ” Where the armies of God fill the " blue ether sky . " And the poet who sings like the Psalmist of ...
... hymns all simplicity , pathos , and fire , The chaste Muse of Addison loves to inspire , And bear up the soul to the " firmament high , ” Where the armies of God fill the " blue ether sky . " And the poet who sings like the Psalmist of ...
الصفحة 49
... hymns in their eternal home . Such , Caledonia , are the prayer , the praise , Which thy ten thousand fireside altars raise ; Such joy , such hopes , as night and morn they kneel , How many thousand of thy children feel ! Such are thy ...
... hymns in their eternal home . Such , Caledonia , are the prayer , the praise , Which thy ten thousand fireside altars raise ; Such joy , such hopes , as night and morn they kneel , How many thousand of thy children feel ! Such are thy ...
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ancient ANCIENT EGYPT angel anti-poetical balm band bard beaming beauty Bishop blest blooming bold breath bright Caledonia charm CHORUS clouds dark David Butler dear death deep DIES IRÆ doth e'en earth EUGENE D Eurydice fame fancy's fear feeling fire friends gathering genius gentle GEORGIC gloom glory glow God's gone grave GRECIAN LIBERTY Greece happy hath heard heart heaven heavenly hill Hobart holy Homer hope hour HYMN land Lautaro life's living lonely lyre Mary MEDEA melancholy memory mighty mind mother mourn Muse native ne'er night o'er peace POESY OF RELIGION poetry poets pure Racine round scene SCOTTISH CHARACTER shout sing smile sorrow soul sound spirit STABAT MATER stood storm strain sung sweet tear tell thee thine Thou hast thunder tomb Virgil virtue wander weep wild wondrous YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young youth
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الصفحة 45 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams are left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
الصفحة 45 - From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad : Princes and lords are but the breath of kings; " An honest man's the noblest work of God ;" And, certes,* in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp ? A cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind! Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined ! O Scotia, my dear, my native soil!
الصفحة 45 - And, oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
الصفحة 131 - The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For standing on the Persian's grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
الصفحة 118 - And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side: In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the...
الصفحة 45 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
الصفحة 16 - 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.
الصفحة 71 - FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race ; Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross ; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.
الصفحة 95 - Amour sacré de la patrie, Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs ! Liberté ! Liberté chérie, Combats avec tes défenseurs ! Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire Accoure à tes mâles accents ! Que tes ennemis expirants Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire ! Aux armes, etc.
الصفحة 46 - O Scotia ! my dear, my native soil ! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent ! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content ! And...