The Widow of the City of Naïn; and Other Poems

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J.M. Richardson, J. Hatchard, and Deighton and sons, 1821 - 85 strán (strany)
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Strana 60 - And the Lord turned, and looked upon Peter; and Peter remembered the word of the Lord, how he had said unto him, Before the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice. And Peter went out, and wept bitterly.
Strana 67 - When the pangs of death assail me, Weep not for me : Christ is mine, — He cannot fail me, — Weep not for me. Yes! though sin and doubt endeavour From His love my soul to sever, Jesus is my strength for ever ; Weep not for me.
Strana 65 - And hail'd thee the heir of thy father's high name ! But now, with remorse that avails not, I mourn thee, Forsaken and friendless as soon thou wilt be ; In a world, if it cannot betray, that will scorn thee — Avenging the guilt of thy mother on thee. And when the dark thought...
Strana 31 - Dear as thou wert, and justly dear, We will not weep for thee, One thought shall check the starting tear, It is — that thou art free.
Strana 14 - And spoke the pang he would not speak, And froze her fears to certainty. Nor deem it strange that hope had power To soothe her soul in such an hour. Where time has rent the lordly tower And moss entwines the arches grey, Springs many a light and lovely flower That lends a lustre to decay.
Strana 31 - And thus shall faith's consoling power The tears of love restrain ; Oh, who that saw thy parting hour Could wish thee here again...
Strana 54 - I have revell'd in Hope's fairy dream, And tasted the raptures of Love's purest bliss; Delusive are both, though alluring they seem, Like vapours that gleam o'er a hidden abyss. The proud thirst of glory was mine from my birth ; But what can this world to ambition display, Which grasps at the skies, but is bounded by earth — A spirit of fire in a prison of clay...
Strana 3 - Orphea silvae, arte materna rapidos morantem fluminum lapsus celeresque ventos, blandum et auritas fidibus canoris ducere quercus? quid prius dicam solitis parentis laudibus, qui res hominum ac deorum, qui mare et terras variisque mundum temperat horis?
Strana 66 - And when the dark thought of my fate shall awaken The deep blush of shame on thy innocent cheek; When by all but the God of the orphan forsaken, A home and a father in vain thou...
Strana 79 - Oh Death ! where is thy sting ? Oh Grave ! where is thy victory ? The sting of Death is sin, and the strength of sin is the Law.

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