ISBN: 1230206868

[EAN: 9781230206868], Neubuch, [PU: TheClassics.us], ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING,SUBJECTS,NEW AND USED TEXTBOOKS, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 48 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x … Plus…

[EAN: 9781230206868], Neubuch, [PU: TheClassics.us], ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING,SUBJECTS,NEW AND USED TEXTBOOKS, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 48 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1850 edition. Excerpt: . . . To witness, victory is the Lords!--Hear the wail o the spirits! hear. Zerah. I hear alone the memory of His words. THE EPILOGUE, i. My song is done! My voice that long hath faltered shall be still. The mystic darkness drops from Calvarys hill, Into the common light of this days sun. Ii. I see no more Thy cross, O holy Slain! I hear no more the horror and the coil Of the great worlds turmoil, Feeling thy countenance too still, --nor yell Of demons sweeping past it to their prison. The skies, that turned to darkness with Thy pain, Make now a summers day, --And on my changed ear, that sabbath bell Records how Christ Is Risen. Hi. And I--ah! what am I To counterfeit with faculty earth-darkened Seraphic brows of light, And seraph language never used nor hearkened Ah me! what word that Seraphs say, could come From mouth so used to sighs--so soon to lie Signless, because then breathless, in the tomb Bright ministers of God and grace!--of grace Because of God!--whether ye bow adown, In your own heaven, before the living face Of Him who died, and deathless wears the crown--Or whether at this hour, ye haply are Anear, around me, hiding in the night Of this permitted ignorance, your light, This feebleness to spare, --Forgive me, that mine earthly heart should dare Shape images of unincarnate spirits, And lay upon their burning lips a thought Damp with the weeping which mine earth inherits; And while ye find in such hoarse music, wrought To copy yours, a cadence all the while Of sin and sorrow--only pitying smile!--Ye know to pity, well. I too may haply smile another day, At the far recollection of this lay, When God may call me in your midst to dwell, To hear your most sweet musics miracle, And see your wondrous faces. May it be, For His. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<

ISBN: 1230206868

[EAN: 9781230206868], Neubuch, [PU: TheClassics.us], ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING,SUBJECTS,TEXTBOOKS, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 48 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1i… Plus…

[EAN: 9781230206868], Neubuch, [PU: TheClassics.us], ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING,SUBJECTS,TEXTBOOKS, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 48 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1850 edition. Excerpt: . . . To witness, victory is the Lords!--Hear the wail o the spirits! hear. Zerah. I hear alone the memory of His words. THE EPILOGUE, i. My song is done! My voice that long hath faltered shall be still. The mystic darkness drops from Calvarys hill, Into the common light of this days sun. Ii. I see no more Thy cross, O holy Slain! I hear no more the horror and the coil Of the great worlds turmoil, Feeling thy countenance too still, --nor yell Of demons sweeping past it to their prison. The skies, that turned to darkness with Thy pain, Make now a summers day, --And on my changed ear, that sabbath bell Records how Christ Is Risen. Hi. And I--ah! what am I To counterfeit with faculty earth-darkened Seraphic brows of light, And seraph language never used nor hearkened Ah me! what word that Seraphs say, could come From mouth so used to sighs--so soon to lie Signless, because then breathless, in the tomb Bright ministers of God and grace!--of grace Because of God!--whether ye bow adown, In your own heaven, before the living face Of Him who died, and deathless wears the crown--Or whether at this hour, ye haply are Anear, around me, hiding in the night Of this permitted ignorance, your light, This feebleness to spare, --Forgive me, that mine earthly heart should dare Shape images of unincarnate spirits, And lay upon their burning lips a thought Damp with the weeping which mine earth inherits; And while ye find in such hoarse music, wrought To copy yours, a cadence all the while Of sin and sorrow--only pitying smile!--Ye know to pity, well. I too may haply smile another day, At the far recollection of this lay, When God may call me in your midst to dwell, To hear your most sweet musics miracle, And see your wondrous faces. May it be, For His. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<

2013, ISBN: 1230206868

[EAN: 9781230206868], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing te… Plus…

[EAN: 9781230206868], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1850 edition. Excerpt: . To witness, victory is the Lord s!--Hear the wail o the spirits! hear. Zerah. I hear alone the memory of His words. THE EPILOGUE, i. My song is done! My voice that long hath faltered shall be still. The mystic darkness drops from Calvary s hill, Into the common light of this day s sun. Ii. I see no more Thy cross, O holy Slain! I hear no more the horror and the coil Of the great world s turmoil, Feeling thy countenance too still, --nor yell Of demons sweeping past it to their prison. The skies, that turned to darkness with Thy pain, Make now a summer s day, --And on my changed ear, that sabbath bell Records how Christ Is Risen. Hi. And I--ah! what am I To counterfeit with faculty earth-darkened Seraphic brows of light, And seraph language never used nor hearkened? Ah me! what word that Seraphs say, could come From mouth so used to sighs--so soon to lie Signless, because then breathless, in the tomb? Bright ministers of God and grace!--of grace Because of God!--whether ye bow adown, In your own heaven, before the living face Of Him who died, and deathless wears the crown--Or whether at this hour, ye haply are Anear, around me, hiding in the night Of this permitted ignorance, your light, This feebleness to spare, --Forgive me, that mine earthly heart should dare Shape images of unincarnate spirits, And lay upon their burning lips a thought Damp with the weeping which mine earth inherits; And while ye find in such hoarse music, wrought To copy yours, a cadence all the while Of sin and sorrow--only pitying smile!--Ye know to pity, well. I too may haply smile another day, At the far recollection of this lay, When God may call me in your midst to dwell, To hear your most sweet music s miracle, And see your wondrous faces. May it be, For His<

2013, ISBN: 1230206868

[EAN: 9781230206868], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing tex… Plus…

[EAN: 9781230206868], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1850 edition. Excerpt: . To witness, victory is the Lord s!--Hear the wail o the spirits! hear. Zerah. I hear alone the memory of His words. THE EPILOGUE, i. My song is done! My voice that long hath faltered shall be still. The mystic darkness drops from Calvary s hill, Into the common light of this day s sun. Ii. I see no more Thy cross, O holy Slain! I hear no more the horror and the coil Of the great world s turmoil, Feeling thy countenance too still, --nor yell Of demons sweeping past it to their prison. The skies, that turned to darkness with Thy pain, Make now a summer s day, --And on my changed ear, that sabbath bell Records how Christ Is Risen. Hi. And I--ah! what am I To counterfeit with faculty earth-darkened Seraphic brows of light, And seraph language never used nor hearkened? Ah me! what word that Seraphs say, could come From mouth so used to sighs--so soon to lie Signless, because then breathless, in the tomb? Bright ministers of God and grace!--of grace Because of God!--whether ye bow adown, In your own heaven, before the living face Of Him who died, and deathless wears the crown--Or whether at this hour, ye haply are Anear, around me, hiding in the night Of this permitted ignorance, your light, This feebleness to spare, --Forgive me, that mine earthly heart should dare Shape images of unincarnate spirits, And lay upon their burning lips a thought Damp with the weeping which mine earth inherits; And while ye find in such hoarse music, wrought To copy yours, a cadence all the while Of sin and sorrow--only pitying smile!--Ye know to pity, well. I too may haply smile another day, At the far recollection of this lay, When God may call me in your midst to dwell, To hear your most sweet music s miracle, And see your wondrous faces. May it be, For His<