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... , whose rev'rent feet are led To those sad mansions of the mighty dead , Where martial trophies in rich sculpture shew The sacred ashes that repose below , But , kindling at the view , for glory burns 18 THE CONQUEST OF QUEBEC .
... , whose rev'rent feet are led To those sad mansions of the mighty dead , Where martial trophies in rich sculpture shew The sacred ashes that repose below , But , kindling at the view , for glory burns 18 THE CONQUEST OF QUEBEC .
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... sacred temple's inmost cell , Check'd in mid pray'r , the pious pilgrim fell ; Nor could Medina's fabled tomb withstand The baleful vengeance of his death - fraught hand . Those balmy gales that whilom could dispense A thousand odours ...
... sacred temple's inmost cell , Check'd in mid pray'r , the pious pilgrim fell ; Nor could Medina's fabled tomb withstand The baleful vengeance of his death - fraught hand . Those balmy gales that whilom could dispense A thousand odours ...
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... sacred flames ascend , On with resistless fury rush'd the Fiend ; In vain was Mithraz call'd his wrath to ' suage , The blazing God increas'd the Monster's rage . As when his empire sultry Cancer gains The scorching whirlwinds scour ...
... sacred flames ascend , On with resistless fury rush'd the Fiend ; In vain was Mithraz call'd his wrath to ' suage , The blazing God increas'd the Monster's rage . As when his empire sultry Cancer gains The scorching whirlwinds scour ...
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... sacred beauties of Britannia's isle : By me protected shall they now deride " Thy baffled fury and thy vanquish'd pride ; " Sacred to me , near Thames's level mead , " A beauteous Templed rears its rev'rend head ; " There meek ...
... sacred beauties of Britannia's isle : By me protected shall they now deride " Thy baffled fury and thy vanquish'd pride ; " Sacred to me , near Thames's level mead , " A beauteous Templed rears its rev'rend head ; " There meek ...
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... sacred horror on the savage breast . Hail , heav'n - born Seers , whose magic fingers strung The Cambrian lyre ; who Locrine's triumphs sung To the dark haunts of Snowdon's icy caves , Plinlimmon's cliffs , and Deva's haunted waves ; Or ...
... sacred horror on the savage breast . Hail , heav'n - born Seers , whose magic fingers strung The Cambrian lyre ; who Locrine's triumphs sung To the dark haunts of Snowdon's icy caves , Plinlimmon's cliffs , and Deva's haunted waves ; Or ...
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Página 83 - 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 98 - Thus saith the Lord God unto these bones : Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you and ye shall live, and I will lay sinews upon you, and will bring up flesh upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and ye shall live, and ye shall know that I am the Lord.
Página 84 - And when all the children of Israel saw how the fire came down, and the glory of the Lord upon the house, they bowed themselves with their faces to the ground upon the pavement, and worshipped, and praised the Lord, saying, For he is good ; for his mercy endureth for ever.
Página 69 - Where now thy might, which all those kings subdued ? No martial myriads muster in thy gate ; No suppliant nations in thy temple wait; No...
Página 98 - 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 96 - And the desolate land shall be tilled, whereas it lay desolate in the sight of all that passed by. And they shall say, This land that was desolate is become like the garden of Eden, and the waste and desolate and ruined cities are become fenced, and are inhabited.
Página 77 - 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 97 - And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and shewed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God, having the glory of God...
Página 86 - Ye hovering ghosts, that throng the starless air, Why shakes the earth ? why fades the light ? declare ! Are those his limbs, with ruthless scourges torn ? His brows, all bleeding with the twisted thorn ? His the pale form, the meek forgiving eye Rais'd from the cross in patient agony .' — Be dark, thou sun, — thou noonday night arise, And hide, oh hide the dreadful sacrifice ! Ye faithful few, by bold affection led, Who round the Saviour's cross your sorrows shed, Not for his sake your tearful...
Página 98 - Earth's utmost bounds confess their awful sway, The mountains worship, and the isles obey ; Nor sun nor moon they need, — nor day, nor night ; — God is their temple, and the Lamb their light...