In the Yule-log Glow, Band 3

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Harrison Smith Morris
J.B. Lippincott, 1891
 

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Seite 20 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring, and dale Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Seite 84 - And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, A broken chancel with a broken cross, That stood on a dark strait of barren land. On one side lay the Ocean, and on one Lay a great water, and the moon was full.
Seite 70 - Come, bring with a noise, My merry, merry boys, The Christmas log to the firing ; While my good dame, she Bids ye all be free, And drink to your hearts
Seite 14 - But he, her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace ; She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding Down, through the turning sphere, His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing, And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes an universal peace through sea and land.
Seite 87 - What is it thou hast seen ? or what hast heard ? ' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : " I heard *:he water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Seite 19 - With terror of that blast Shall from the surface to the centre shake, When, at the world's last session, The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread His throne.
Seite 18 - And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould, And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Seite 20 - And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals...
Seite 11 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Seite 13 - It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child 30 All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies : Nature in awe to him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the Sun, her lusty paramour.

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