Remains of the Late Rev. Charles Wolfe ...: With a Brief Memoir of His LifeH. & F. J. Huntington, 1828 - 294 páginas |
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... soul could stand aloof , and from on high Look down upon the ruins of my body , Smiling in apathy ; I feel no longer ; I challenge Rome to give another pang.- Gods ! how he smiled , when he beheld me pause 1 Before his car , and scowl ...
... soul could stand aloof , and from on high Look down upon the ruins of my body , Smiling in apathy ; I feel no longer ; I challenge Rome to give another pang.- Gods ! how he smiled , when he beheld me pause 1 Before his car , and scowl ...
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... soul , - For ever damps his fires , and dims his glories ; That no bright laurel can adorn the brow That once has bow'd ; no victory's trumpet - sound Can drown in joy the rattling of his chains : No ; -could one glimpse of victory and ...
... soul , - For ever damps his fires , and dims his glories ; That no bright laurel can adorn the brow That once has bow'd ; no victory's trumpet - sound Can drown in joy the rattling of his chains : No ; -could one glimpse of victory and ...
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... soul Had not in bondage wept itself away , Rome and Jugurtha should have triumph'd o'er him . Look here , thou caitiff , if thou canst , and see The fragments of Jugurtha ; view him wrapt In the last shred he borrow'd from Numidia ...
... soul Had not in bondage wept itself away , Rome and Jugurtha should have triumph'd o'er him . Look here , thou caitiff , if thou canst , and see The fragments of Jugurtha ; view him wrapt In the last shred he borrow'd from Numidia ...
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... soul- When Britain's cannons may unheeded roar , And Wellesley's name has power to fright no more , - Yon widow's shrieks shall pierce thee till thou rave , And form a dread artillery in the grave ! Heard ye that burst of joy ? From ...
... soul- When Britain's cannons may unheeded roar , And Wellesley's name has power to fright no more , - Yon widow's shrieks shall pierce thee till thou rave , And form a dread artillery in the grave ! Heard ye that burst of joy ? From ...
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... soul of Spain is marching In thunders to the war.- Look round your lovely Spain , And say , shall Gaul remain ? --- Behold yon burning valley— Behold yon naked plain- Let us hear their drum- Let them come , let them come ! For vengeance ...
... soul of Spain is marching In thunders to the war.- Look round your lovely Spain , And say , shall Gaul remain ? --- Behold yon burning valley— Behold yon naked plain- Let us hear their drum- Let them come , let them come ! For vengeance ...
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Remains of the Late Rev. Charles Wolfe ...: With a Brief Memoir of His Life Charles Wolfe Vista de fragmentos - 1828 |
REMAINS OF THE LATE REV CHARLE Charles 1791-1823 Wolfe,John Abraham 1792-1865 Russell, Ed Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
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Página 208 - Know ye not, that to whom ye yield yourselves servants to obey, his servants ye are to whom ye obey ; whether of sin unto death, or of obedience unto righteousness...
Página 147 - They cannot mean that," answered Mr. Mertonn, " for our Lord has also told us to let our light so shine before men, that they may see our good works, and glorify our Father Which is in Heaven...
Página 214 - Thou wilt show me the path of life : in thy presence is fulness of joy, and at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
Página 265 - And he said, Take now thy son, thine only son Isaac, whom thou lovest, and get thee into the land of Moriah ; and offer him there for a burnt offering upon one of the mountains which I will tell thee of.
Página 29 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 169 - Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever the earth and the world were made, thou art GOD from everlasting, and world without end. Thou turnest man to destruction ; again thou sayest, Come again, ye children of men.
Página 164 - And GOD created great whales, and every living creature that moveth, which the waters brought forth abundantly, after their kind, and every winged fowl after his kind : and GOD saw that it was good.
Página 255 - And the Lord said, I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth ; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air; for it repenteth me that I have made them.
Página 29 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 29 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.