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ages ancient angels bear beauty behold beneath bless blood breath bright bring child comes dark dead death deep divine dream dwell earth eternal eyes face fair faith fathers fear fire flowers gave give glorious glory God's gold grace hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Hebrew hills hold holy hope hour Israel Jewish Judah keep King land light live look Lord mighty never night o'er once pain pass past peace praise pray prayer Rabbi race rest Sabbath sacred shame shine sing sleep song sons sorrow soul spirit stand stars stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought true truth turn unto voice wandering weep Zion
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˹éÒ 15 - No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere : I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity ! Life — that in me has rest, As I — undying Life — have power in thee...
˹éÒ 127 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. For the Angel of Death...
˹éÒ 3 - The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, — They rise, but never set.
˹éÒ 15 - O, THOU ETERNAL ONE ! whose presence bright All space doth occupy, all motion guide ; Unchanged through time's all-devastating flight ; Thou only God ! There is no God beside ! Being above all beings ! Mighty One Whom none can comprehend and none explore...
˹éÒ xi - Three poets in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn; The first in loftiness of thought surpassed, The next in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go, To make a third she joined the former two.
˹éÒ 85 - HUSHED was the evening hymn, The temple courts were dark, The lamp was burning dim Before the sacred ark, When suddenly a voice divine Rang through the silence of the shrine.
˹éÒ 560 - Seem like the tablets of the Law, thrown down And broken by Moses at the mountain's base. The very names recorded here are strange, Of foreign accent, and of different climes, Alvares and Rivera interchange With Abraham and Jacob of old times. "Blessed be God! for he created Death!" The mourners said, "and Death is rest and peace;" Then added, in the certainty of faith, "And giveth Life that never more shall cease.
˹éÒ 10 - When what is Taught agrees with Nature's Laws. Then for the Style; Majestic and Divine, It speaks no less than God in every Line: Commanding words, whose Force is still the same As the first Fiat that produc'd our Frame.
˹éÒ 456 - tis all in vain ! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again. And every sand becomes a gem Reflected in the beams divine ; Blown back they blind the mocking eye, But still in Israel's paths they shine.
˹éÒ 364 - Wherewith shall I come before the Lord, and bow myself before the high God? shall I come before him with burnt offerings, with calves of a year old? Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams, or with ten thousands of rivers of oil? shall I give my firstborn for my transgression, the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?
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| ª×èÍ˹ѧÊ×Í | The Standard Book of Jewish Verse The Standard Book of Jewish Verse, Joseph Friedlander |
| ºÃóҸԡÒà | Joseph Friedlander, George Alexander Kohut |
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