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Side 7
... WEEPING . WEEP , weep not o'er thy children's tomb , O , Rachel , weep not so : The bud is cropt by martyrdom ; The flower in Heaven shall blow . Infants of death ! the murderer's knife Hath missed its deadly aim ; The GOD for whom they ...
... WEEPING . WEEP , weep not o'er thy children's tomb , O , Rachel , weep not so : The bud is cropt by martyrdom ; The flower in Heaven shall blow . Infants of death ! the murderer's knife Hath missed its deadly aim ; The GOD for whom they ...
Side 16
... weep , nor a lip to bless . No sound , from the church's passing bell , Was echoed along the pathless deep ; The hearts that were far away to tell , Where the mariner lies in his lasting sleep . Not a whisper then lingered upon the air ...
... weep , nor a lip to bless . No sound , from the church's passing bell , Was echoed along the pathless deep ; The hearts that were far away to tell , Where the mariner lies in his lasting sleep . Not a whisper then lingered upon the air ...
Side 39
... weep that I am all alone . KIRKE WHITE . REPLY TO THE ABOVE . CHILD of the dust , I heard thee mourn , Will God forsake , and not return ? Unhealed my wounds , my woes unknown , Down to the grave I sink alone . But art thou thus indeed ...
... weep that I am all alone . KIRKE WHITE . REPLY TO THE ABOVE . CHILD of the dust , I heard thee mourn , Will God forsake , and not return ? Unhealed my wounds , my woes unknown , Down to the grave I sink alone . But art thou thus indeed ...
Side 60
... weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows , And the fire - flies dance through the myrtle boughs ? Not there , not there , my child ! Is it where the feathery palm - trees rise , And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ...
... weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows , And the fire - flies dance through the myrtle boughs ? Not there , not there , my child ! Is it where the feathery palm - trees rise , And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ...
Side 75
... weep not for him who is gone to his rest , Nor mourn for the ransomed , nor wail for the blest : His sun is not set , but is risen on high ; Not long in corruption his body shall lie . Then let not the tide of thy grief overflow , Nor ...
... weep not for him who is gone to his rest , Nor mourn for the ransomed , nor wail for the blest : His sun is not set , but is risen on high ; Not long in corruption his body shall lie . Then let not the tide of thy grief overflow , Nor ...
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anchor dropped angel beam beneath bless blest bloom bosom breast breath bright bright promise child CHRIST Christian clouds cold dark dead dear death deep dream dying e'en earth ECHO eternity fairy bower faith father fear feel flow flowers gentle gleam gloom glory GOD'S ACRE gone grace grave green grief harp hath hazel shade hear heard heart heaven heavenly hope hour JACOB'S PILLOW Jerusalem JESUS light little sweep LODDISWELL look LORD LORD BYRON Marriott mercy Miss morning mortal mother mourn never nigh night nought numbered o'er pain perfect bliss pilgrim's song praise pray prayer rest saints SAVIOUR seraph shade shine sigh sing smile soothe sorrow soul sound spirit star stood sweet sweetly tears thee thine thought Throne tomb Twas voice wandered wave weary weep wild wing youth
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Side 127 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Side 171 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
Side 207 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 181 - HAIL to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son ; Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ; He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity.
Side 141 - THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in his train ? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below — He follows in his train.
Side 13 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Side 125 - I have naught that is fair?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Side 4 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our Infant REDEEMER is laid.
Side 10 - And darkness and doubt are now flying away ; No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn. So breaks on the traveller, faint, and astray, The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending, And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom ! On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending, And Beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
Side 206 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But, in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all...