Sacred Dramas: The Search After Happiness : and Other PoemsJ. F. Dove, 1827 - 268 Seiten |
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... sons must perish ? MIRIAM . Ah me , my mother ! whence these floods of grief ? JOCHEBED . My son ! my son ! I cannot speak the rest ; Ye who have sons can only know my fondness Ye who have lost them , or who fear to B 2.
... sons must perish ? MIRIAM . Ah me , my mother ! whence these floods of grief ? JOCHEBED . My son ! my son ! I cannot speak the rest ; Ye who have sons can only know my fondness Ye who have lost them , or who fear to B 2.
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... fear to lose , Can only know my pangs ! none else can guess them . A mother's sorrows cannot be conceived But by a mother - Would I were not one . MIRIAM . With earnest pray'rs thou didst request this son , And Heaven has granted him ...
... fear to lose , Can only know my pangs ! none else can guess them . A mother's sorrows cannot be conceived But by a mother - Would I were not one . MIRIAM . With earnest pray'rs thou didst request this son , And Heaven has granted him ...
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... fear to lose . Oh , I will bless thee That Aaron will be spared ! that my first - born Lives safe and undisturb'd ; that he was given me Before this impious persecution raged ! MIRIAM . And yet who knows but the fell tyrant's rage May ...
... fear to lose . Oh , I will bless thee That Aaron will be spared ! that my first - born Lives safe and undisturb'd ; that he was given me Before this impious persecution raged ! MIRIAM . And yet who knows but the fell tyrant's rage May ...
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... fear ! -I tremble still ; It was a cruel task - still I must weep ! But ah ! my mother ! who shall soothe thy griefs ? The flags and sea - weeds will a while sustain Their precious load ; but it must sink ere long ! Sweet babe ...
... fear ! -I tremble still ; It was a cruel task - still I must weep ! But ah ! my mother ! who shall soothe thy griefs ? The flags and sea - weeds will a while sustain Their precious load ; but it must sink ere long ! Sweet babe ...
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... ; And shall we fill the measures of our crimes , And crown our guilt with murder ? and shall I Sanction the sin I hate ? forbid it , Mercy ! MELITA . I know thy royal father fears the strength 10 MOSES IN THE BULRUSHES .
... ; And shall we fill the measures of our crimes , And crown our guilt with murder ? and shall I Sanction the sin I hate ? forbid it , Mercy ! MELITA . I know thy royal father fears the strength 10 MOSES IN THE BULRUSHES .
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ABINADAB ABNER Araspes Babylon behold Bellario's BELSHAZZAR Birtha bless bless'd blest bliss boast bon-ton breast bright Chaldea charm CLEORA COURTIER crown crown'd Daniel dare DARIUS DAVID death decree deeds delight Divine Simplicity dread E'en e'er ELIAB eternal EUPHELIA Euphrates fair faith fame fancy fate father fear feel fell FLORELLA Florio fond glory GOLIATH grace hand happiness hear heart Heaven holy honour hope human humble Ianthe Ianthe's Israel JOCHEBED king knew learn'd live Lord maid Mede mercy mighty mind MIRIAM Muse ne'er never night Nitocris o'er passion peace PHARNACES Philistia pleasure pow'r praise pride princely PRINCESS prophet reign sacred sage SAUL shades shalt shine Sir Eldred sire song SORANUS soul spirit stamp'd sweet tale taste tell thee thine thou hast thought truth Twas URANIA virgin train virtue wealth Whate'er wisdom young youth
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Seite 53 - Was lodg'd in the king's palace, and instructed In all the various learning of the East ; But HE, on whose great name our fathers call'd...
Seite 214 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day ; While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Seite 39 - Now will I meet thee, Thou insect warrior, since thou dar'st me thus ! Already I behold thy mangled limbs, Dissever'd each from each, ere long to feed The fierce blood-snuffing vulture. Mark me well. Around my spear I'll twist thy shining locks...
Seite 191 - The burning village and the blazing town : See the dire victim torn from social life, The shrieking babe, the agonizing wife ! She, wretch forlorn ! is dragg'd by hostile hands, To distant tyrants sold, in distant lands ! Transmitted miseries, and successive chains, The sole sad heritage her child obtains ! E'en this last wretched boon their foes deny, To weep together, or together die.
Seite 113 - A drop, dissever'd from the boundless sea ; A moment, parted from eternity ; A pilgrim panting for the rest to come ; An exile, anxious for his native home.
Seite 158 - What charms from polish'd converse flow, Speak, for you can, the pure delight When kindling sympathies unite ; When correspondent tastes impart Communion sweet from heart to heart ; You ne'er the cold gradations need Which vulgar souls to union lead ; No dry discussion to unfold The meaning caught ere well 'tis told : In taste, in learning, wit, or science, Still kindred souls demand alliance ; Each in the other joys to find The image answering to his mind.
Seite 191 - Whene'er to Afric's shores I turn my eyes, Horrors of deepest, deadliest guilt arise ; I see, by more than Fancy's mirror shown. The burning village and the blazing town : See the dire victim torn from social life, The shrieking babe, the agonizing wife ! She, wretch forlorn ! is dragg'd by hostile hands, To distant tyrants sold, in distant...
Seite 195 - Your sum of glory boasts a like amount : The means may differ, but the end's the same ; Conquest is pillage with a nobler name. Who makes the sum of human blessings less, Or sinks the stock of general happiness, Though erring fame may grace, though false renown His life may blazon or his memory crown, Yet the last audit shall reverse the cause, And God shall vindicate his broken laws.
Seite 164 - But FLORIO knew the WORLD ; that science Sets sense and learning at defiance ; He thought the World to him was known, Whereas he only knew the Town ,In men this blunder still you find, All think their little set — Mankind.
Seite 190 - No : they have heads to think, and hearts to feel, And souls to act with firm though erring zeal ; For they have keen affections, kind desires...