Poems of the PilgrimsA. Williams, 1881 - 99 páginas |
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... prayer . Hail , hallowed spot ! where Freedom's rays .. Hail , Pilgrim Fathers of our race Hail , sons of the Pilgrims , assembled to pay .. Hail to the land whereon we tread , ... He sleeps not here ; in hope and prayer .. Holy spot ...
... prayer . Hail , hallowed spot ! where Freedom's rays .. Hail , Pilgrim Fathers of our race Hail , sons of the Pilgrims , assembled to pay .. Hail to the land whereon we tread , ... He sleeps not here ; in hope and prayer .. Holy spot ...
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... prayer His wandering flock had gone before , But he , the shepherd , might not share Their sorrows on the wintry shore . Before the Speedwell's anchor swung , Ere yet the Mayflower's sail was spread , While round his feet the Pilgrims ...
... prayer His wandering flock had gone before , But he , the shepherd , might not share Their sorrows on the wintry shore . Before the Speedwell's anchor swung , Ere yet the Mayflower's sail was spread , While round his feet the Pilgrims ...
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... prayer ; Commend the flock I give thee to the Holy Shep- herd's care . And thou , beloved Carver , what shall I say to thee ? wwwwww I have need , in this my sorrow , that thou shouldst comfort me . THE EMBARKATION . 11 In the furnace ...
... prayer ; Commend the flock I give thee to the Holy Shep- herd's care . And thou , beloved Carver , what shall I say to thee ? wwwwww I have need , in this my sorrow , that thou shouldst comfort me . THE EMBARKATION . 11 In the furnace ...
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... prayer , And besought that God would aid them to suffer and to bear ; To bear the cross of sorrow a broader shield of love Than the Royal Cross of England , that proudly waved above . The balmy winds of summer swept o'er the glitter ...
... prayer , And besought that God would aid them to suffer and to bear ; To bear the cross of sorrow a broader shield of love Than the Royal Cross of England , that proudly waved above . The balmy winds of summer swept o'er the glitter ...
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... prayer's pure tear - drops , strike no deeper root Than that which mad ambition's hand doth strew Upon the winds , to reap the winds again ? Hid by its veil of waters from the hand Of greedy Europe , their bold vine spread forth In ...
... prayer's pure tear - drops , strike no deeper root Than that which mad ambition's hand doth strew Upon the winds , to reap the winds again ? Hid by its veil of waters from the hand Of greedy Europe , their bold vine spread forth In ...
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Términos y frases comunes
age to age altar beneath billows bless blest bosoms breath cheer COLE'S HILL dark dear DECEMBER 22 deeds deep earth England exiles eyes faith fame fearless fires foes Freedom Freedom's rays Freemen glory glow goodly grateful grave guard Hail hand hath hearts heroes hills holy hundred years ago HYMN join King of kings land LEYDEN Liberty LIBERTY SONG light live loud Mayflower memory nobly o'er ocean Pilgrim Fathers PILGRIM HALL Pilgrim Sires PILGRIM'S VISION PLYMOUTH PLYMOUTH ROCK praise prayer race renowned sires revered rise rock roll rose round sail SAMUEL DAVIS savage slaves sleep song song of praise Sons of renowned sought soul spread stand star of Freedom Star of heaven storm swell tears Thee we raise Thou throng toils tongue TOWN SQUARE tread triumph trod truth virtue voice votive day waves wild wind winter's wintry worship
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Página 70 - 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 96 - The pilgrim exile, — sainted name ! The hill whose icy brow Rejoiced, when he came, in the morning's flame, In the morning's flame burns now. And the moon's cold light, as it lay that night On the hillside and the sea, Still lies where he laid his houseless head, — But the Pilgrim! where is he? The Pilgrim Fathers are at rest: When summer's throned on high, And the world's warm breast is in verdure drest, Go, stand on the hill where they lie.
Página 70 - From his nest by the white wave's foam ; And the rocking pines of the forest roared — This was their welcome home. There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band : Why had they come to wither there, 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...
Página 99 - New occasions teach new duties; Time makes ancient good uncouth; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth...
Página 69 - 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. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came, Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame ; Not as the flying come...
Página 95 - 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...
Página 10 - And the time being come that they must depart, they were accompanied with most of their brethren out of the city unto a town sundry miles off, called Delft Haven, where the ship lay ready to receive them. So they left that goodly and pleasant city which had been their resting-place near twelve years ; but they knew they were pilgrims and looked not much on those things, but lift up their eyes to the heavens, their dearest country, and quieted their spirits.
Página 19 - Up in each girded breast There sprang a rooted and mysterious strength — A loftiness — to face a world in arms, — To strip the pomp from sceptres,' — and to lay Upon the sacred altar the warm blood Of slain affections, when they rise between The soul and God.
Página 25 - Our fathers crossed the ocean's wave To seek this shore ; They left behind the coward slave To welter in his living grave ; — With hearts unbent, and spirits brave, They sternly bore Such toils as meaner souls had quelled ; But souls like these such toils impelled To soar.
Página 25 - HAIL to the land whereon we tread, Our fondest boast ; The sepulchre of mighty dead, The truest hearts that ever bled, Who sleep on Glory's brightest bed, A fearless host : No slave is here ; our unchained feet Walk freely as the waves that beat Our coast. Our fathers crossed the...