Lays of the Pilgrim FathersLongman, Green, Longman, and Roberts, 1861 - 71 páginas |
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... present them my heart- felt thanks for their flattering partiality towards me , and tell them that I wish every one of them prosperity and happiness . ' " " 100 Bo + - HYMN . GOD of our fathers , to Thy throne HYMN ANONYMOUS.
... present them my heart- felt thanks for their flattering partiality towards me , and tell them that I wish every one of them prosperity and happiness . ' " " 100 Bo + - HYMN . GOD of our fathers , to Thy throne HYMN ANONYMOUS.
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... tell ? The eye may weep , the breast may swell ; But the poor tongue in vain essays A fitting note for them to raise . We hear the after - shout that rings For them who smote the power of kings ; The swelling triumph all would share ...
... tell ? The eye may weep , the breast may swell ; But the poor tongue in vain essays A fitting note for them to raise . We hear the after - shout that rings For them who smote the power of kings ; The swelling triumph all would share ...
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... tell ! On kingdoms built In blood and guilt , The worshippers of vulgar triumph dwell . But what exploits with theirs shall page Who rose to bless their kind , Who left their nation and their age , Man's spirit to unbind ? Who boundless ...
... tell ! On kingdoms built In blood and guilt , The worshippers of vulgar triumph dwell . But what exploits with theirs shall page Who rose to bless their kind , Who left their nation and their age , Man's spirit to unbind ? Who boundless ...
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... tell what pangs were there , What keen regrets , what sickness of the heart , What yearnings o'er their forfeit land of birth , Their distant dear ones ? Long , with straining eye They watch the lessening speck . Heard ye no shriek Of ...
... tell what pangs were there , What keen regrets , what sickness of the heart , What yearnings o'er their forfeit land of birth , Their distant dear ones ? Long , with straining eye They watch the lessening speck . Heard ye no shriek Of ...
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... tell where their dead friend lay , But the mossy forest stone . When the winter storms were gone , And the strange birds sang around , Green grass and violets sprung upon That spot of holy ground . And o'er him giant trees Their proud ...
... tell where their dead friend lay , But the mossy forest stone . When the winter storms were gone , And the strange birds sang around , Green grass and violets sprung upon That spot of holy ground . And o'er him giant trees Their proud ...
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Bermudas bless BURIAL HILL Christian CLARK'S ISLAND cold corpse low COLE'S HILL Congregational body dare to be-this dark deep Diagrams earth England erect fame we owe fcap forest free dare freedom friends graves were smoothed hand heart heaven HENRY JACOB HILL AT PLYMOUTH holy hundred years ago INTRODUCTORY STATEMENT John King William Street laid his cold land Lectures liberty LONDON LONGMAN Lord MAYFLOWER RIDING Memorial Church MEN'S EDUCATIONAL UNION morning's flame mossy forest Nonconformity o'er ocean old chair Old Kent Road pamphlet pastor Pilgrim Fathers PILGRIM FUNERAL Pilgrim Society Pilgrim's Progress Pilgrims and wanderers PILGRIMS AT ANCHOR Plymouth Bay praise pray prayer principles Priscilla prison Puritan RIDING AT ANCHOR rock round Sabbath sacred sail Scott Separatists shore sires song soul Southwark spot stones storms Thee THOMAS BINNEY Thou throne trod truth Waddington watches the bed waves wind wintry worship
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Página 4 - For the LORD your God dried up the waters of Jordan from before you, until ye were passed over, as the LORD your God did to the Red sea, which he dried up from before us, until we were gone over: that all the people of the earth might know the hand of the LORD, that it is mighty: that ye might fear the LORD your God for ever.
Página 34 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice.
Página 22 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free.
Página 21 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 45 - THE Pilgrim Fathers, — where are they? The waves that brought them o'er Still roll in the bay, and throw their spray As they break along the shore; Still roll in the bay, as they rolled that day When the Mayflower moored below; When the sea around was black with storms, And white the shore with snow.
Página 15 - Lest haply after he hath laid the foundation, and is not able to finish it, all that behold it begin to mock him, saying, This man began to build, and was not able to finish.
Página 48 - Then, as he opened the door, he beheld the form of the maiden Seated beside her wheel, and the carded wool like a snow-drift Piled at her knee, her white hands feeding the ravenous spindle, While with her foot on the treadle she guided the wheel in its motion. Open wide on her lap lay the well-worn psalmbook of Ainsworth, Printed in Amsterdam, the words and the music together, Rough-hewn, angular notes, like stones in the wall of a churchyard, Darkened and overhung by the running vine of the verses.
Página 22 - Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God.
Página 34 - And sends the fowls to us in care On daily visits through the air. He hangs in shades the orange bright Like golden lamps in a green night, And does in the pomegranates close Jewels more rich than Ormus shows.
Página 34 - He cast (of which we rather boast) The Gospel's pearl upon our coast, And in these rocks for us did frame A temple where to sound His name. Oh ! let our voice His praise exalt, Till it arrive at Heaven's vault, Which, thence (perhaps) rebounding, may Echo beyond the Mexique Bay.