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... the Lord , " ye conquerors ! Steep in her blood your swords ; And raze to earth her battlements , For they are not the Lord's ; Tell Zion's mournful daughter , O'er kindred bones she'll tread The Destruction of Jerusalem My Father's Name.
... the Lord , " ye conquerors ! Steep in her blood your swords ; And raze to earth her battlements , For they are not the Lord's ; Tell Zion's mournful daughter , O'er kindred bones she'll tread The Destruction of Jerusalem My Father's Name.
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... Tis THE LORD THEIR RIGHTEOUSNESS , ' Tis Immanuel's streaming blood , Bought their pardon , seal'd their peace , Made them kings and priests to God ! C Therefore free from every pain , Now in radiant realms 13 The Church Triumphant Sabbath.
... Tis THE LORD THEIR RIGHTEOUSNESS , ' Tis Immanuel's streaming blood , Bought their pardon , seal'd their peace , Made them kings and priests to God ! C Therefore free from every pain , Now in radiant realms 13 The Church Triumphant Sabbath.
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... blood and spoil , It shall come in empires ' groans , Burning temples , trampled thrones ; Then , Ambition , rue thy lust ! - " Earth to earth , and dust to dust ! " Then shall come the judgment - sign ; In the east the King shall shine ...
... blood and spoil , It shall come in empires ' groans , Burning temples , trampled thrones ; Then , Ambition , rue thy lust ! - " Earth to earth , and dust to dust ! " Then shall come the judgment - sign ; In the east the King shall shine ...
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... and lakes ; -These my spirit soon forsakes . Land of exiled Liberty , Where our fathers once were free , Brave New England , hail to thee ! Pennsylvania , while thy flood Waters fields unbought with blood 25 A Voyage Round the World.
... and lakes ; -These my spirit soon forsakes . Land of exiled Liberty , Where our fathers once were free , Brave New England , hail to thee ! Pennsylvania , while thy flood Waters fields unbought with blood 25 A Voyage Round the World.
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Choice descriptive poetry. Pennsylvania , while thy flood Waters fields unbought with blood , Stand for peace as thou hast stood . The West Indies I behold , Like the Hesperides of old , -Trees of life , with fruits of gold ! South ...
Choice descriptive poetry. Pennsylvania , while thy flood Waters fields unbought with blood , Stand for peace as thou hast stood . The West Indies I behold , Like the Hesperides of old , -Trees of life , with fruits of gold ! South ...
Common terms and phrases
angel Art Thou ask'd beauty behold beneath beneath the sky BERNARD BARTON bless blest bliss bloom breath breeze bright celestial child dead dear death deep delight DESCRIPTIVE POETRY dust to dust dwell Earth to earth earthly eternal fair Father Father's Name flood flowers glorious glory grace grave green happiest happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy homes of England hour humble Israel Jesus Learn to labour life's light live Lord loves me best MILLENNIAL SABBATH mountains moving heart night night into morning o'er pass'd path peace perfect bliss praise pray prayer reign rest rise round sabbath bell sacred Saviour's shine shore sleep smile song soul Speak gently spirit star by star storm stormy tempests blow strange hills sweet tear tell thee thine Thou art thought throne Thy neighbour toil tomb trees Twas voice
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Page 73 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Page 33 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white, then melts forever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Page 34 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 37 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Page 43 - They sin who tell us love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell; Earthly these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth. But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.