Three Books of SongJames R. Osgood, 1872 - 203 sider |
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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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Side 149 - The victory of a battle standeth not In multitudes, but in the strength that cometh From heaven above. The Lord forbid that I Should do this thing, and flee away from them. Nay, if our hour be come, then let us die ; Let us not stain our honor.
Side 129 - 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.
Side 124 - 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
Side 202 - LET nothing disturb thee, Nothing affright thee ; All things are passing ; God never changeth ; Patient endurance Attaineth to all things ; Who God possesseth In nothing is wanting ; Alone God sufficeth.
Side 80 - 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...
Side 81 - 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...
Side 15 - Church-bells at best but ring us to the door ; But go not in to mass ; my bell doth more : It cometh into court and pleads the cause Of creatures dumb and unknown to the laws ; And this shall make, in every Christian clime, The Bell of Atri famous for all time.
Side 66 - Stavers, her husband, dressed in bottle-green, Drive his new Flying Stage-coach, four in hand, Down the long lane, and out into the land, And knew that he was far upon the way To Ipswich and to Boston on the Bay ! Just then the meditations of the Earl Were interrupted by a little girl, Barefooted, ragged, with neglected hair. Eyes full of laughter, neck and shoulders bare, A thin slip of a girl, like a new moon, Sure to be rounded into beauty soon...
Side 12 - What is the use or need To keep at my own cost this lazy steed, Eating his head off in my stables here, When rents are low and provender is dear? Let him go feed upon the public ways; I want him only for the holidays." So the old steed was turned into the heat Of the long, lonely, silent, shadeless street; And wandered in suburban lanes forlorn, Barked at by dogs, and torn by brier and thorn. One afternoon, as in that sultry clime It is the custom in the...
Side 78 - In that narrow cell of stone ; And he saw the Blessed Vision Of our Lord, with light Elysian Like a vesture wrapped about him, Like a garment round him thrown. Not as crucified and slain, Not in agonies of pain, Not with bleeding hands and feet, Did the Monk his Master see ; . But as in the village street, In the house or harvest-field. Halt and lame and blind he healed, When he walked in Galilee. In an attitude imploring, Hands upon his bosom crossed, Wondering, worshipping, adoring, Knelt the Monk...