The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth CenturyCarey & Hart, 1845 - 504 sider |
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... MOUNTAIN CHRIS- TIAN . For the strength of the hills we bless thee , Our God , our fathers ' God ! Thou hast made thy children mighty By the touch of the mountain sod . Thou hast fix'd our ark of refuge Where the spoiler's foot ne'er ...
... MOUNTAIN CHRIS- TIAN . For the strength of the hills we bless thee , Our God , our fathers ' God ! Thou hast made thy children mighty By the touch of the mountain sod . Thou hast fix'd our ark of refuge Where the spoiler's foot ne'er ...
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... mountain - path- Which hath no mountain - airs - until she sweat , Like Adam's brow , -and gasp , and rend away , In agony , her garment of the flesh ! " And so , his midnight lamp was lit anew , — And burn'd till morning . But his lamp ...
... mountain - path- Which hath no mountain - airs - until she sweat , Like Adam's brow , -and gasp , and rend away , In agony , her garment of the flesh ! " And so , his midnight lamp was lit anew , — And burn'd till morning . But his lamp ...
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... mountain stream That sends up ever to thy resting - place Its gush of many voices - and the crow Of matin cock , faint it may be but shrill , From elm - embosom'd farms among the dells , - These , little slumberer , are thy lullabyes ...
... mountain stream That sends up ever to thy resting - place Its gush of many voices - and the crow Of matin cock , faint it may be but shrill , From elm - embosom'd farms among the dells , - These , little slumberer , are thy lullabyes ...
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JOANNA BAILLIE | 73 |
The Widow to her HourGlass | 80 |
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