Three Books of SongJames R. Osgood, 1872 - 203 pages |
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AMBASSADOR Amorites art thou Atri Baron of St beautiful Behold bell BELL OF ATRI Bells are ringing Beth-horon birds brooklet cool CAPTAINS Carmilhan Castine Chimneys Three church cloud cobbler cool and sweet Curate dark dead death door dost thou doth dreams dust Ecbatana Elymais eyes fear fire FUGITIVES gate gold golden Governor Greek Hagenau hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Holy JASON Jerusalem Jews JUDAS MACCABEUS Kalif Kambalu Karajal Khan Klaboterman land laughed light look Lord loud loved Lysias Maccabæus Martha Hilton Medes Monk moon MOTHER Mount Gerizim NICANOR night o'er old château pain passed pause PHILIP prayed Priest Pyrenees rain sails Samaria SCENE Seven Sons shining ship Sicilian Sidonians Sirion snow song splendor steed street tale Temple tents thee thine things thou art Thou hast Thou shalt thought trumpets unto Valdemar Vision voice wait wind wouldst
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Page 133 - It is good, being put to death by men, to look for hope from God to be raised up again by him : as for thee, thou shalt have no resurrection to life.
Page 128 - I cannot tell how ye came into my womb : for I neither gave you breath nor life, neither was it I that formed the members of every one of you; but doubtless the Creator of the world, who formed the generation of man, and found out the beginning of all things, will also, of his own mercy, give you breath and life again, as ye now regard not your own selves for his laws
Page 202 - THOU that from the heavens art. Every pain and sorrow stillest, And the doubly wretched heart Doubly with refreshment fillest, I am weary with contending ! Why this rapture and unrest ? Peace descending Come, ah, come into my breast ! II.
Page 84 - Seemed to them the bread and wine. In his heart the Monk was praying, Thinking of the homeless poor, What they suffer and endure ; What we see not, what we see ; And the inward voice was saying : " Whatsoever thing thou doest To the least of mine and lowest, That thou doest unto me !
Page 82 - With persistent iteration He had never heard before. It was now the appointed hour When alike in shine or shower, Winter's cold or summer's heat, To the convent portals came All the blind and halt and lame, All the beggars of the street, For their daily dole of food Dealt them by the brotherhood; And their almoner...
Page 84 - But to-day, they knew not why, Like the gate of Paradise Seemed the convent gate to rise, Like a sacrament divine Seemed to them the bread and wine. In his heart the Monk was praying, Thinking of the homeless poor, What they suffer and endure; What we see not, what we see ; And the inward voice was saying: "Whatsoever thing thou doest To the least of mine and lowest, That thou doest unto me.
Page 12 - Unravelled at the end, and, strand by strand, Loosened and wasted in the ringer's hand, Till one, who noted this in passing by, Mended the rope with braids of briony, So that the leaves and tendrils of the vine Hung like a votive garland at a shrine.
Page 81 - Then amid his exaltation, Loud the convent bell appalling, From its belfry calling, calling, Rang through court and corridor, With persistent iteration He had never heard before.
Page 83 - Would the Vision there remain ? Would the Vision come again ? Then a voice within his breast Whispered, audible and clear As if to the outward ear : " Do thy duty ; that is best ; Leave unto thy Lord the rest ! " Straightway to his feet he started, And with longing look intent On the Blessed Vision bent, Slowly from his cell departed, Slowly on his errand went. At the gate the poor were waiting, Looking through the iron grating, With that terror in the eye That is only seen in those Who amid their...