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... Palestine mission , died at Alexan- dria , Feb. 18th , 1822 . GREEN as Machpelah's honour'd field , Where Jacob and where Leah lie , Where Sharon's shrubs their roses yield , And Carmel's branches wave on high ; So honour'd , so adorn'd ...
... Palestine mission , died at Alexan- dria , Feb. 18th , 1822 . GREEN as Machpelah's honour'd field , Where Jacob and where Leah lie , Where Sharon's shrubs their roses yield , And Carmel's branches wave on high ; So honour'd , so adorn'd ...
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... Palestine ! is there no sound That murmurs holy peace around His distant grave , whose ardent soul Fainted not till it reach'd thy goal , And bless'd the rugged path , that led His steps where his Redeemer bled ? We may not breathe what ...
... Palestine ! is there no sound That murmurs holy peace around His distant grave , whose ardent soul Fainted not till it reach'd thy goal , And bless'd the rugged path , that led His steps where his Redeemer bled ? We may not breathe what ...
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... drop by drop Oozing its bitterness . Our world is rife With grief and sorrow ; all that we would prop , Or would be propp'd with , falls - when shall the ruin stop ! The sea has one , and Palestine has one , On the Death of Mr Woodward,
... drop by drop Oozing its bitterness . Our world is rife With grief and sorrow ; all that we would prop , Or would be propp'd with , falls - when shall the ruin stop ! The sea has one , and Palestine has one , On the Death of Mr Woodward,
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John Gardiner Calkins Brainard. The sea has one , and Palestine has one , And Scotland has the last . The snooded maid Shall gaze in wonder on the stranger's stone , And wipe the dust off with her tartan plaid- And from the lonely tomb ...
John Gardiner Calkins Brainard. The sea has one , and Palestine has one , And Scotland has the last . The snooded maid Shall gaze in wonder on the stranger's stone , And wipe the dust off with her tartan plaid- And from the lonely tomb ...
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... Palestine's lands . The oil that was meant for Mount Gerazim's ground , Would better be pour'd on the sufferer's wound ; For no incense more sweetly , more purely can rise From the altars of earth to the throne of the skies , No ...
... Palestine's lands . The oil that was meant for Mount Gerazim's ground , Would better be pour'd on the sufferer's wound ; For no incense more sweetly , more purely can rise From the altars of earth to the throne of the skies , No ...
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beam beauty beneath Bethesda BLACK FOX bloom breath breeze bright call'd carbuncle Caty-did cheek clouds cold cotillion dark dead death deep Docket FAYETTE fear finger floating flood flowers foam Freedom's gale Garnishee gaze glory gulf of Mexico hand harp hear heart heaven hill HISPANIA holy JACK FROST Jerusalem light lonely look look'd lov'd mighty minaret moan Moodus moon morning mountain mourn muse never NEW-YORK night noise o'er Palestine peace Pleiades poet pride river roar rock round ruin SALMON RIVER schooner seem'd SHAD SPIRIT shed shine shone shore shout sigh sing smile song sorrow sound sporting star stone storm stream string sweep sweet tear tell tempest thee There's thine thou art thoughts thy grave tide tomb turn'd Van Norden wake wave wave-wash'd weep Whipperwill whispering whistle wild wind yellow plague YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young
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Page 6 - The sound of many waters;" and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back, And notch His cent'ries in the eternal rocks. Deep calleth unto deep. And what are we, That hear the question of that voice sublime ? Oh ! what are all the notes that ever rung From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side ! Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life, to thy unceasing roar ! And yet, bold babbler, what art thou to Him, Who drown'da world, and heap'd the waters far Above its loftiest mountains...
Page 27 - THE breath of air that stirs the harp's soft string, Floats on to join the whirlwind and the storm ; The drops of dew exhaled from flowers of spring, Rise and assume the tempest's threatening form ; The first mild beam of morning's glorious sun, Ere night, is sporting in the lightning's flash ; And the smooth stream, that flows in quiet on, Moves but to aid the overwhelming dash That wave and wind can muster, when the might Of earth, and air, and sea, and sky unite.
Page 72 - By the festal cities blaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light ; And yet amidst that joy and uproar Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore.
Page 104 - And the parched ground shall become a pool, and the thirsty land springs of water: in the habitation of dragons where each lay, shall be grass, with reeds and rushes.
Page 108 - Who scoff in your pride at your Maker's name, By the pebbly stream and the shady tree — Hope in your mountains, and hope in your streams, Bow down in their worship, and loudly pray ; Trust in your strength, and believe in your dreams, But the wind shall carry them all away.
Page 74 - The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.
Page 51 - The sweet brier shall bloom, and the wild grape shall cluster, And o'er him the leaves of the ivy be shed. There shall they mix with the fern and the heather, There shall the young eagle shed its first feather, The wolves with his wild dogs shall lie there together, And moan o'er the spot where the hunter is laid.
Page 5 - THE thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain, While I look upward to thee. It would seem As if God poured thee from His hollow hand, And hung His bow upon thine awful front; And spoke in that loud voice, which seemed to him Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour's sake, The sound of many waters ; and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back, And notch His centuries in the eternal rocks.
Page 50 - Where the snake in the swamp sucks its deadliest poison, . And the cat of the mountains keeps watch for its food ; But the leaf shall be greener, the sky shall be purer, The eye shall be clearer, the rifle be surer, And stronger the arm of the fearless endurer, That trusts nought but Heaven in his way through the wood.