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Oxford Prize Poems, a Collection of English Poems. [uncorrected]
Prize Poems Oxford Univ
Sin vista previa disponible - 2018
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Página 57 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither : so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.
Página 51 - While Israel's sons, by scorpion curses driven, Outcasts of earth, and reprobate of heaven, Through the wide world in friendless exile stray, Remorse and shame sole comrades of their way, With dumb despair their country's wrongs behold, And, dead to glory, only burn for gold.
Página 72 - 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 47 - The wintry top of giant Lebanon* Fierce, hardy, proud, in conscious freedom bold, Those stormy seats the warrior Druses hold ; From Norman blood their lofty line they trace, Their lion courage proves their generous race. They, only they, while all around them kneel In sullen homage to the Thracian steel, Teach their pale despot's waning moon to fear The patriot terrors of the mountain spear.
Página 71 - And who is He ? the vast, the awful form, Girt with the whirlwind, sandal'd with the storm ? A western cloud around his limbs is spread, His crown a rainbow, and a sun his head. To highest heaven he lifts his kingly hand, And treads at once the ocean and the land ; And, hark ! his voice amid the thunder's roar, His dreadful voice, that time shall be no more ! Lo ! cherub hands the golden courts prepare, Lo!
Página 49 - So when, deep sinking in the rosy main, The western Sun forsakes the Syrian plain, His watery rays refracted lustre shed, And pour their latest light on Carmel's head. Yet shines your praise, amid surrounding gloom, As the lone lamp that trembles in the tomb : For few the souls that spurn a tyrant's chain, And small the bounds of freedom's scanty reign.
Página 53 - Let Sinai tell — but who shall dare recite His praise, his power, eternal, infinite ? — Awe-struck I cease ; nor bid my strains aspire, Or serve his altar with unhallow'd fire '. Such were the cares that watch'd o'er Israel's fate, And such the glories of their infant state.
Página 44 - Want, are there, And the quick-darting eye of restless fear; While cold oblivion, 'mid thy ruins laid, Folds his dank wing beneath the ivy shade.
Página 71 - E'en now, perhaps, wide waving o'er the land, The mighty angel lifts his golden wand ; Courts the bright vision of descending power, Tells every gate, and measures every tower ; And chides the tardy seals that yet detain Thy Lion, Judah, from his destin'd reign.