Samor, lord of the Bright City. The Belvidere Apollo. Alexander tumulum Achillis invisens. Judicium regale. Fortune. The love of God. Hymns for church service. The slave ship. The taking of Troy. Deborah's hymn of triumph. Downfall of JerusalemJ. Murry, 1840 |
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Agasias of Ephesus Amid arbalist Argantyr Armoric King arms Aurelius Ambrosius Avenger battle beauteous beneath blood bold Bonduca bow'd brave breath bright Britain Briton broad brow burst calm cast Caswallon chariot cheek clouds cold courser cried crown dark dead death deep dread earth Emrys eyes faint fair falchion fame fear fierce fleet fond gentle glittering gloom glory Gorlois hand hath heart heaven Hengist Horsa Igerna immortal isle King light lips lofty look'd Lord majesty Malwyn mercy midnight o'er Offa pale pass'd peace pomp pride Prince proud Queen rich round Rowena royal rude Samor sate Saxon scorn seem'd shame silent Sisera sleep smile smooth soft solemn soul sound spake spread steed stern stood sweet sword thee thine thou throne twas Uther Pendragon valour vengeance voice Vortigern Vortimer wandering warrior waves wild winds wings Woden wrath
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Page 7 - Her grace of motion and of look, the smooth And swimming majesty of step and tread, The symmetry of form and feature, set The soul afloat, even like delicious airs Of flute or harp: as though she trod from earth, And round her wore an emanating cloud Of harmony, the Lady mov'd.
Page 358 - The mother of Sisera looked out at a window and cried through the lattice Why is his chariot so long in coming? why tarry the wheels of his chariots?
Page 336 - O'er captive death and conquered sin. 3 Ride on, ride on in majesty : The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see the approaching sacrifice.
Page 336 - tis Thou ! 'tis Thou ! Bound upon th' accursed tree, Sad and dying, who is He ? By the last and bitter cry The ghost given up in agony ; By the lifeless body laid In the chamber of the dead ; By the mourners come to weep Where the bones of Jesus sleep ; Crucified ! we know Thee now ; Son of Man ! 'tis Thou ! 'tis Thou ! Bound upon th...
Page 339 - WHEN our heads are bowed with woe, When our bitter tears o'erflow, When we mourn the lost, the dear, Gracious Son of Mary, hear.
Page 299 - ... love-sick dreamer stood With him alone, nor thought it solitude ; To cherish grief, her last, her dearest care, Her one fond hope — to perish of despair. Oft as the shifting light her sight beguiled, Blushing she shrunk, and thought the marble smiled : Oft breathless list'ning heard, or seem'd to hear, A voice of music melt upon her ear.
Page 8 - Sate loftiest ; as she rais'da fair-chas'd cup, Something of sweet confusion overspread Her features ; something tremulous broke in On her half-failing accents, as she said, " Health to the King !" — the sparkling wine laugh'd up, As eager 'twere to touch so fair a lip.
Page 335 - O help us, through the prayer of faith, More firmly to believe ; For still the more the servant hath, The more shall he receive. 4 O help us, Jesus, from on high, We know no help but Thee ; O help us so to live and die, As Thine in heaven to be.
Page 340 - Thou the shame, the grief hast known, Though the sins were not Thine own Thou hast deigned their load to bear ; Gracious Son of Mary, hear...
Page 299 - For mild he seemed as in Elysian bowers Wasting in careless ease the joyous hours ; Haughty, as bards have sung, with princely sway Curbing the fierce flame-breathing steeds of day ; Beauteous as vision seen in dreamy sleep By holy maid, on Delphi's haunted steep, Mid the dim twilight of the laurel grove Too fair to worship, too divine to love.