Poems for Young JudaeansYoung Judaea, 1917 - 99 sivua |
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Sivu 28
... turned : We did not stint nor ask the price ; Our best we brought to sacrifice . To - day the Temple lies in ashes ; Yet costlier gifts we bring ; From Jewish eyes the alter flashes With flames of suffering . We do not stint nor count ...
... turned : We did not stint nor ask the price ; Our best we brought to sacrifice . To - day the Temple lies in ashes ; Yet costlier gifts we bring ; From Jewish eyes the alter flashes With flames of suffering . We do not stint nor count ...
Sivu 31
... native fields aforetime , Wondrous songs we used to sing , Improvising them in gardens Turning green with early spring . Where grew daffodils and myrtles , Stately palms upreared their SONGS OF LOYALTY 31 Hebrew Cradle Song-Ezekiel Leavitt.
... native fields aforetime , Wondrous songs we used to sing , Improvising them in gardens Turning green with early spring . Where grew daffodils and myrtles , Stately palms upreared their SONGS OF LOYALTY 31 Hebrew Cradle Song-Ezekiel Leavitt.
Sivu 38
... turned to weeping , Grain and fruit are turned to sand Where the few our pledge were keeping , Peaceful strugglers for the Land ; Host of Gog and Magog sweeping , With the sword and spear are reaping Fruits of Zion . Let us not forget ...
... turned to weeping , Grain and fruit are turned to sand Where the few our pledge were keeping , Peaceful strugglers for the Land ; Host of Gog and Magog sweeping , With the sword and spear are reaping Fruits of Zion . Let us not forget ...
Sivu 39
... turned to arts of peace ; That all the panoply of war and strife fore'er would cease ; That nation shall not lift up sword ' gainst nation , as of yore , But listen to the voice of God and learn of war no more . O , Children of the ...
... turned to arts of peace ; That all the panoply of war and strife fore'er would cease ; That nation shall not lift up sword ' gainst nation , as of yore , But listen to the voice of God and learn of war no more . O , Children of the ...
Sivu 59
... . Rosh Hashanah New Year THE NEW YEAR CARD L'shono Tovo Tikkosev ! A time of health , of joy , of cheer , I wish you all , both young and old , At this , the turning of the year . Once more I bring you hope , once more From SABBATH 59.
... . Rosh Hashanah New Year THE NEW YEAR CARD L'shono Tovo Tikkosev ! A time of health , of joy , of cheer , I wish you all , both young and old , At this , the turning of the year . Once more I bring you hope , once more From SABBATH 59.
Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
afar ancient anew banner behold Bezalel bless brave breath candles Chanukah Cheder coming David's deep dream E. C. Ehrlich Emma Lazarus eventide eyes faith fathers fear fetch the Torah flame golden grave Grossman Gustav Gottheil harvest hath hear heart heaven Hebrew HERZL hills holy HYMN Ish-Kishor Israel Zangwill Jehuda Halevi Jerusalem Jessie Jessie E Jewish Judah Judah Maccabee Judas King L'shono Tovo Tikkosev land light live lonely Lord Byron Lord shall stay mighty hand Moses Mother mountain mourn nation night o'er outstretched arm pain Palestine peace Pesach pray proud Purim Queen race Red Seas Sabbath Sampter Samuel Seder SHAVUOTH shining Shofar SIMCHATH sing sleep song sorrows soul splendor stars SUCCOTH sweet sword tears tell thee THEODOR HERZL thine throne Thy glory to-day trumpet voice wail wander wave weary weep YOUNG JUDAEA Zion Zion's ZIONIST
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Sivu 53 - 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 withered and strown. For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Sivu 54 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Sivu 53 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Sivu 50 - Along the emblazoned wall. This was the truest warrior That ever buckled sword ; This the most gifted poet That ever breathed a word ; And never earth's philosopher Traced with his golden pen On the deathless page truths half so sage As he wrote down for men.
Sivu 53 - THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Sivu 49 - BY Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave. And no man knows that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there.
Sivu 6 - Godhead, give me Truth!" the Hebrew cried. His prayer was granted; he became the slave Of the Idea, a pilgrim far and wide, Cursed, hated, spurned, and scourged with none to save. The Pharaohs knew him, and when Greece beheld, His wisdom wore the hoary crown of Eld. Beauty he hath forsworn, and wealth and power. Seek him to-day, and find in every land. No fire consumes him, neither floods devour; Immortal through the lamp within his hand.
Sivu 21 - Is & 4. 1 ON the mountain's top appearing, Lo ! the sacred herald stands, Welcome news to Zion bearing — Zion, long in hostile lands : Mourning captive, God himself will loose thy bands. 2 Has thy night been long and mournful? Have thy friends unfaithful proved ? Have thy foes been proud and scornful, By thy sighs and tears unmoved ? Cease thy mourning ; Zion still is well beloved.
Sivu 95 - OH ! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream; Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell; Mourn — where their God hath dwelt, the godless dwell 1 And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet?
Sivu 71 - Mourners in tattered black were there, With ashes sprinkled on their hair. Then from the stony peak there rang A blast to ope the graves: down poured The Maccabean clan, who sang Their battle-anthem to the Lord.