The Fall of Jerusalem: A Dramatic Poem

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John Murray, 1822 - 167 páginas
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Página 34 - Holiest ! to this world of sin and gloom, Not in thy dread omnipotent array ; And not by thunders strew'd Was thy tempestuous road ; Nor indignation burnt before thee on thy way. But thee, a soft and naked child, Thy mother undefiled, In the rude manger laid to rest From off her virgin breast. The heavens were not commanded to prepare A gorgeous canopy of golden air ; Nor stoop'd their lamps th...
Página 108 - To the sound of timbrels sweet*, Moving slow our solemn feet, We have borne thee on the road, To the virgin's blest abode ; With thy yellow torches gleaming And thy scarlet mantle streaming, And the canopy above Swaying as we slowly move. Thou hast left the joyous feast, And the mirth and wine have...
Página 167 - And toward her young one that cometh out from between her feet, and toward her children which she shall bear: for she shall eat them for want of all things secretly in the siege and straitness, wherewith thine enemy shall distress thee in thy gates.
Página 163 - For the days shall come upon thee, that thine enemies shall cast a trench about thee, and compass thee round, and keep thee in on every side, And shall lay thee even with the ground, and thy children within thee; and they shall not leave in thee one stone upon another ; because thou knewest not the time of thy visitation.
Página 38 - Carmel's side our maidens cull the flowers, To deck, at blushing eve, their bridal bowers, And angel feet the glittering Sion tread. Thy vengeance gave us to the stranger's hand, And Abraham's children were led forth for slaves ; With fetterM steps we left our pleasant land, Envying our fathers in their peaceful graves.
Página 62 - Lord, the heathen tread The branches of thy fruitful vine, That its luxurious tendrils spread O'er all the hills of Palestine. And now the wild boar comes to waste Even us, the greenest boughs and last, That, drinking of thy choicest dew, On Zion's hill, in .beauty grew. No ! by the marvels of thine hand, Thou wilt save thy chosen land ; By all thine ancient mercies shown, By all our fathers...
Página 62 - Even us, the greenest boughs and last, That, drinking of thy choicest dew, On Zion's hill in beauty grew. No ! by the marvels of thine hand, Thou still wilt save thy chosen land ! By all thine ancient mercies shown, By all our fathers...
Página 7 - Where Kedron at our feet, its scanty waters, Distils from stone to stone with gentle motion, As through a valley sacred to sweet peace, How boldly doth it front us ! how majestically ! Like a luxurious vineyard, the hill side Is hung with marble fabrics, line o'er line, Terrace o'er terrace, nearer still, and nearer To the blue heavens.
Página 37 - Then bask'd in bright repose beneath the cloudless sun: While thou didst sleep beneath the tomb, Consenting to thy doom; Ere yet the white-robed Angel shone Upon the sealed stone. • And when thou didst arise, thou didst not stand With Devastation in thy red right hand, Plaguing the guilty city's murtherous crew; But thou didst haste to meet Thy mother's coming feet, And bear the words of peace unto the faithful few.
Página 65 - And reap, for other's joy, the summer plains ; We bless thee, Lord, for thou art gracious still, Even though this last black drop o'erflow our cup of ill ! We bless thee for our lost, our beauteous child ; The tears, less bitter, she hath made us weep ; The weary hours her graceful sports have 'guiled, And the dull cares her voice hath sung to sleep ! She was the dove of hope to our lorn ark; The only star that made the...

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