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... Lord and Maker of the day . Rocks , by infernal fpells and magic prayer , Shook from their base , and trembled high in air : The blafted ftars their fading light withdrew ; The labouring moon fhed down a baleful dew ; Spirits of hell ...
... Lord and Maker of the day . Rocks , by infernal fpells and magic prayer , Shook from their base , and trembled high in air : The blafted ftars their fading light withdrew ; The labouring moon fhed down a baleful dew ; Spirits of hell ...
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... Lord , Lov'd for Thy mercies , for Thy power ador'd ! If at Thy Name the waves forgot their force , And refluent Jordan fought his trembling fources ; If at Thy Name like sheep the mountains fled , And haughty Sirion bow'd his marble ...
... Lord , Lov'd for Thy mercies , for Thy power ador'd ! If at Thy Name the waves forgot their force , And refluent Jordan fought his trembling fources ; If at Thy Name like sheep the mountains fled , And haughty Sirion bow'd his marble ...
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... and the glory of the Lord upon the house , they " bowed themselves with their faces to the ground upon the pavement , and worshipped . " 2 Chron . vii . 3 . 66 E'en they who , dragg'd to Shinar's fiery fand , 62 PALESTINE . 188.
... and the glory of the Lord upon the house , they " bowed themselves with their faces to the ground upon the pavement , and worshipped . " 2 Chron . vii . 3 . 66 E'en they who , dragg'd to Shinar's fiery fand , 62 PALESTINE . 188.
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... lord of war : Meffiah comes : -let furious difcord ceafe ; Be peace on earth before the Prince of peace Disease and anguish feel his bleft controul , e ! And howling fiends release the tortur'd foul ; The beams of gladness hell's dark ...
... lord of war : Meffiah comes : -let furious difcord ceafe ; Be peace on earth before the Prince of peace Disease and anguish feel his bleft controul , e ! And howling fiends release the tortur'd foul ; The beams of gladness hell's dark ...
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... Lords of the biting axe and beamy spear , Wide - conquering Edward , lion Richard , hear ! At Albion's call your crefted pride refume , And burft the marble flumbers of the tomb ! Your fons behold , in arm , in heart the fame , Still ...
... Lords of the biting axe and beamy spear , Wide - conquering Edward , lion Richard , hear ! At Albion's call your crefted pride refume , And burft the marble flumbers of the tomb ! Your fons behold , in arm , in heart the fame , Still ...
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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.
Página 19 - And ye of later age, though not less fame, In tilt and tournament, the princely game Of Arthur's barons, wont, by hardiest sport, To claim the fairest guerdon of the court ; Say, holy Shades, did e'er your gen'rous blood Roll through your...