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... cold spring night , Two weanling lambs first perished from his bite . The bleatings of their dam at break of day Drew to the spot where her dead lambkins lay The other beasts . They , understanding not , In wistful silence round that ...
... cold spring night , Two weanling lambs first perished from his bite . The bleatings of their dam at break of day Drew to the spot where her dead lambkins lay The other beasts . They , understanding not , In wistful silence round that ...
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... cold was bitter strong . Warm fleeces to keep out the freezing wind Have those six lambkins thou hast left behind ; But they will never need them any more . Go , fetch them here , and I will make , before This day be done , stout ...
... cold was bitter strong . Warm fleeces to keep out the freezing wind Have those six lambkins thou hast left behind ; But they will never need them any more . Go , fetch them here , and I will make , before This day be done , stout ...
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... cold last night , And may to - night be colder ; and hard by Those dead lambs in their woolly fleeces lie , Yet need them not as we do . They are dead . Go fetch them hither . " But went . Adam shook his head , Next morning to the ...
... cold last night , And may to - night be colder ; and hard by Those dead lambs in their woolly fleeces lie , Yet need them not as we do . They are dead . Go fetch them hither . " But went . Adam shook his head , Next morning to the ...
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... cold : For the red wing of Death o'er Gomorrah now flies , And Sodom is wrapped in its fold . The bride now is wedded - the bridegroom is Death , With his cold , damp , and grave - like hand ; Her pillow is ashes , the slime - weed her ...
... cold : For the red wing of Death o'er Gomorrah now flies , And Sodom is wrapped in its fold . The bride now is wedded - the bridegroom is Death , With his cold , damp , and grave - like hand ; Her pillow is ashes , the slime - weed her ...
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... curling in thy dream , And thought of the dark stream In my own land of Egypt , the far Nile , — How prayed I that my father's land might be An heritage for thee ! 66 And now the grave for its cold breast hath HAGAR IN THE WILDERNESS 47.
... curling in thy dream , And thought of the dark stream In my own land of Egypt , the far Nile , — How prayed I that my father's land might be An heritage for thee ! 66 And now the grave for its cold breast hath HAGAR IN THE WILDERNESS 47.
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Abraham Adam ALEXANDER KOHUT Angel beautiful behold Belshazzar beneath blessed bosom breast breath bright brow Cain child cloud cried dark David dead death deep doth earth eyes face father fear feet flame foes gazed GEORGE SANDYS glorious glory grace GUSTAV GOTTHEIL hand hath hear heard heart Heaven HENRY FRANCIS LYTE holy host II Samuel Israel king lambs Lamech land lifted light lips look Lord mercy Methuselah mighty morning Moses night Nimrud o'er peace Pharaoh plain Praise prayed prayer pride PSALM Rabbi rest RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER rose Saul shalt shout silent sing SIR EDWIN ARNOLD sleep smile Solomon song sons soul sound spake spear stars stood sweet swell sword TALMUD tears tent thee Thine Thou art throne thunder trembling Twas unto voice walls of Jericho wave weary weep wild wonder word
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Page 166 - 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 333 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Page 332 - Let us (said he) pour on him all we can: Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into a span. So strength first made a way; Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure: When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that alone of all his treasure Rest in the bottom lay. For if I should...
Page 166 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. For the Angel of Death...
Page 333 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will.
Page 171 - PRAISE to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days : Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ, — 2...
Page 287 - Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The Vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord !
Page 322 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 211 - Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
Page 354 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything, To do it as for Thee...