The Poems, Odes, Songs, and Other Metrical EffusionsAbraham Asten and Matthias Lopez, 1818 - 288 páginas |
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... hand , without making the least attempt to conceal a blemish , or to heighten a beauty . His at- tachments , it will be seen , are sincere and ardent - his resentments , warm and evanescent . Though an en- thusiast in love - he is a ...
... hand , without making the least attempt to conceal a blemish , or to heighten a beauty . His at- tachments , it will be seen , are sincere and ardent - his resentments , warm and evanescent . Though an en- thusiast in love - he is a ...
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... hands , To crimson the mantle of Night . Sleep shakes his soft pinions and soars to the sky , And with rapture I greet my dear Jane— Whose health - flushing visage and soul - beaming eye , Aurora but mimics in vain- Good Morning . Thy ...
... hands , To crimson the mantle of Night . Sleep shakes his soft pinions and soars to the sky , And with rapture I greet my dear Jane— Whose health - flushing visage and soul - beaming eye , Aurora but mimics in vain- Good Morning . Thy ...
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... hand was restrain'd , and my bosom address'd- My heart caught the whisper- " O pilgrim , forbear ! " " Taste , taste of its sweetness , but mar not the flower , " O stranger ! a wanderer still thou must roam ; — " Once torn from its ...
... hand was restrain'd , and my bosom address'd- My heart caught the whisper- " O pilgrim , forbear ! " " Taste , taste of its sweetness , but mar not the flower , " O stranger ! a wanderer still thou must roam ; — " Once torn from its ...
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... new wrongs to insults unredress'd , With bolder hand , the chords indignant sweep , And vengeance wake in every Freeman's breast . Zorayda to Selim . And should our injuries at length do Patriotic . ANONYMOUS . Zorayda to Selim,
... new wrongs to insults unredress'd , With bolder hand , the chords indignant sweep , And vengeance wake in every Freeman's breast . Zorayda to Selim . And should our injuries at length do Patriotic . ANONYMOUS . Zorayda to Selim,
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... hand , Some rudely lettered , and adorn'd no more . But filial love and sorrow soon discern The humble slate they consecrated here ; The drooping willow weeping o'er the urn , The quoted motto , and the name most dear . Yes , ' tis the ...
... hand , Some rudely lettered , and adorn'd no more . But filial love and sorrow soon discern The humble slate they consecrated here ; The drooping willow weeping o'er the urn , The quoted motto , and the name most dear . Yes , ' tis the ...
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The Poems, Odes, Songs, and Other Metrical Effusions Samuel Woodworth Sin vista previa disponible - 2009 |
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Términos y frases comunes
adieu American Independence arise Bagatelle banner bards beauty beneath bless blest bliss Blue Laws blushing bosom breast breath bright Celebration of American charms Columbia's Connecticut Danvers dare dear death delight despair doom'd Eagle earth Eliza fair fame fate fathers FAUST fire flame Freedom's natal morn freemen friends gain'd gallant Constitution Genius glory glow golden blaze grace grief Hail the gallant happy heart Heaven Hope humble huzza infant Jehovah kiss Liberty's lyre Miriam's Song Monody muse ne'er never New-Haven New-Year Address New-York News-Carrier's Address numbers o'er Odes patriot Patrons peace pleasure poem praise prize Quarter-Day-or the Horrors rapture rise round SAMUEL WOODWORTH scene Selim sigh sing skies smile smiling band song sons of Freedom sorrow soul strain sweet swell taste tear temple thee Theosophy thou thunder truth Twas tyrants unfurl'd Victory wake wretch yield youth Zorayda
Pasajes populares
Página 279 - Wherewith shall I come before the Lord, And bow myself before the high God ? Shall I come before him with burnt offerings, With calves of a year old ? Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams, Or with ten thousands of rivers of oil ? Shall I give my firstborn for my transgression, The fruit of my body for the sin of my soul...
Página 270 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Página 275 - Who only hath immortality, dwelling in the light which no man can approach unto ; whom no man hath seen, nor can see : to whom be honour and power everlasting.
Página 276 - The Lord looked down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there were any that did understand, and seek God. They are all gone aside, they are all together become filthy: there is none that doeth good, no, not one.
Página 277 - Unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given, and the government shall be upon his. shoulders, and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the mighty God, the everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.
Página 274 - And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
Página 275 - If ye had known me, ye should have known my Father also, and from henceforth ye know him and have seen him. . Philip saith unto him, Lord, show us the Father, and it sufficeth us. Jesus saith unto him, Have I been so long time with you, and yet hast thou not known me, Philip? He that hath seen me hath seen the Father; and how sayest thou then, Shew us the Father?
Página 275 - And he said, Thou canst not see my face : for there shall no man see me, and live.
Página 186 - air^drawn dagger " nigh ; And so the prince of Denmark stared, When first his father's ghost appeared. At length our hero silence broke, .And thus in wildest accents spoke : "Cut off my whiskers ! O ye gods ! I'd sooner lose my ears, by odds ; THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH.
Página 204 - He lingered ibr some time; till, at last, he called me, one day, and, gazing on me, while a faint smile played upon his lips he said, ' He believed death was more kind than his creditors.