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The Messiah (1808)
EN PB NW RPISBN: 9781230244068 bzw. 1230244069, in Englisch, TheClassics.us, Taschenbuch, neu, Nachdruck.
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This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 98 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.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. 1808 edition. Excerpt: . . . severe command of heaven--hut I am ailent---1 ebey the wisdom of an affectionate parent, and the voids of God speaking in her! to him am 1 levoted! I am raised from the dead! too little do I belong to the earth to be given to a mortal! cease then, thou amiable youth, thine affectionate, thy tender sighs! Oh that I might again delighted behold that face dressed in chearful smiles, and wet with no tears but those of joy! pleased may I again behold thee, as when a youth, thou smilest at seeing me escape from my mothers fondling arms to run to thine. Affected by these tender sentiments, her tears forced their way, which Semida perceived, though Gidli abashed, covered her fac with her veil. He then softly stole dejected from the company, and rhen alone, looked on the ground, in plaintive accents, cried: Why does she weep No longer could I beliold her tears. Ye precious drops, which silent stand trembling on her glittering eye, were but one of you shed for me, that one would be to mc rest and consolation! I still incessantly grieve--grieve for her! My mind so full of soft solicitude is filled with thoughts of her! O thou immortal part of me thou soul that inhabits this tabernacle of clay!--or thou reason, inform me of my fate, and disperse the clouds that hang over me. Tired am I of weeping--tired am I of being thus overclouded with perpetual gloom. Why, when I sen her, who, perhaps, is no longer mortal--why, when she is absent, is she still the subject of my thoughts Why docs my full heart then feel sensations before unknown How tender are my ideas, all centering in love! Why flows from Cidlis lips such soft, such silver sounds Why does her speaking eye, from which her soul looks out, fill my throb ting heart with such strong, such. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.
This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 98 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.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. 1808 edition. Excerpt: . . . severe command of heaven--hut I am ailent---1 ebey the wisdom of an affectionate parent, and the voids of God speaking in her! to him am 1 levoted! I am raised from the dead! too little do I belong to the earth to be given to a mortal! cease then, thou amiable youth, thine affectionate, thy tender sighs! Oh that I might again delighted behold that face dressed in chearful smiles, and wet with no tears but those of joy! pleased may I again behold thee, as when a youth, thou smilest at seeing me escape from my mothers fondling arms to run to thine. Affected by these tender sentiments, her tears forced their way, which Semida perceived, though Gidli abashed, covered her fac with her veil. He then softly stole dejected from the company, and rhen alone, looked on the ground, in plaintive accents, cried: Why does she weep No longer could I beliold her tears. Ye precious drops, which silent stand trembling on her glittering eye, were but one of you shed for me, that one would be to mc rest and consolation! I still incessantly grieve--grieve for her! My mind so full of soft solicitude is filled with thoughts of her! O thou immortal part of me thou soul that inhabits this tabernacle of clay!--or thou reason, inform me of my fate, and disperse the clouds that hang over me. Tired am I of weeping--tired am I of being thus overclouded with perpetual gloom. Why, when I sen her, who, perhaps, is no longer mortal--why, when she is absent, is she still the subject of my thoughts Why docs my full heart then feel sensations before unknown How tender are my ideas, all centering in love! Why flows from Cidlis lips such soft, such silver sounds Why does her speaking eye, from which her soul looks out, fill my throb ting heart with such strong, such. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.
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The Messiah (Paperback) (2013)
EN PB NW RPISBN: 9781230244068 bzw. 1230244069, in Englisch, Theclassics.Us, United States, Taschenbuch, neu, Nachdruck.
Lieferung aus: Vereinigtes Königreich Großbritannien und Nordirland, Free shipping.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, The Book Depository US [58762574], London, United Kingdom.
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. 1808 edition. Excerpt: . severe command of heaven?--hut I am ailent---1 ebey the wisdom of an affectionate parent, and the voids of God speaking in her! to him am 1 le voted! I am raised from the dead! too little do I belong to the earth to be given to a mortal! cease then, thou amiable youth, thine affectionate, thy tender sighs! Oh that I might again delighted behold that face dressed in chearful smiles, and wet with no tears but those of joy! pleased may I again behold thee, as when a youth, thou smilest at seeing me escape from my mother s fondling arms to run to thine. Affected by these tender sentiments, her tears forced their way, which Semida perceived, though Gidli abashed, covered her fac with her veil. He then softly stole dejected from the company, and rhen alone, looked on the ground, in plaintive accents, cried: Why does she weep? No longer could I beliold her tears. Ye precious drops, which silent stand trembling on her glittering eye, were but one of you shed for me, that one would be to mc rest and consolation! I still incessantly grieve--grieve for her! My mind so full of soft solicitude is filled with thoughts of her! O thou immortal part of me thou soul that inhabits this tabernacle of clay!--or thou reason, inform me of my fate, and disperse the clouds that hang over me. Tired am I of weeping--tired am I of being thus overclouded with perpetual gloom. Why, when I sen her, who, perhaps, is no longer mortal--why, when she is absent, is she still the subject of my thoughts? Why docs my full heart then feel sensations before unknown? How tender are my ideas, all centering in love! Why flows from Cidli s lips such soft, such silver sounds? Why does her speaking eye, from which her soul looks out, fill my throb ting heart with such strong, such.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, The Book Depository US [58762574], London, United Kingdom.
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. 1808 edition. Excerpt: . severe command of heaven?--hut I am ailent---1 ebey the wisdom of an affectionate parent, and the voids of God speaking in her! to him am 1 le voted! I am raised from the dead! too little do I belong to the earth to be given to a mortal! cease then, thou amiable youth, thine affectionate, thy tender sighs! Oh that I might again delighted behold that face dressed in chearful smiles, and wet with no tears but those of joy! pleased may I again behold thee, as when a youth, thou smilest at seeing me escape from my mother s fondling arms to run to thine. Affected by these tender sentiments, her tears forced their way, which Semida perceived, though Gidli abashed, covered her fac with her veil. He then softly stole dejected from the company, and rhen alone, looked on the ground, in plaintive accents, cried: Why does she weep? No longer could I beliold her tears. Ye precious drops, which silent stand trembling on her glittering eye, were but one of you shed for me, that one would be to mc rest and consolation! I still incessantly grieve--grieve for her! My mind so full of soft solicitude is filled with thoughts of her! O thou immortal part of me thou soul that inhabits this tabernacle of clay!--or thou reason, inform me of my fate, and disperse the clouds that hang over me. Tired am I of weeping--tired am I of being thus overclouded with perpetual gloom. Why, when I sen her, who, perhaps, is no longer mortal--why, when she is absent, is she still the subject of my thoughts? Why docs my full heart then feel sensations before unknown? How tender are my ideas, all centering in love! Why flows from Cidli s lips such soft, such silver sounds? Why does her speaking eye, from which her soul looks out, fill my throb ting heart with such strong, such.
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The Messiah (Paperback) (2013)
EN PB NW RPISBN: 9781230244068 bzw. 1230244069, in Englisch, Theclassics.Us, United States, Taschenbuch, neu, Nachdruck.
Lieferung aus: Vereinigtes Königreich Großbritannien und Nordirland, Free shipping.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, The Book Depository [54837791], London, United Kingdom.
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. 1808 edition. Excerpt: . severe command of heaven?--hut I am ailent---1 ebey the wisdom of an affectionate parent, and the voids of God speaking in her! to him am 1 le voted! I am raised from the dead! too little do I belong to the earth to be given to a mortal! cease then, thou amiable youth, thine affectionate, thy tender sighs! Oh that I might again delighted behold that face dressed in chearful smiles, and wet with no tears but those of joy! pleased may I again behold thee, as when a youth, thou smilest at seeing me escape from my mother s fondling arms to run to thine. Affected by these tender sentiments, her tears forced their way, which Semida perceived, though Gidli abashed, covered her fac with her veil. He then softly stole dejected from the company, and rhen alone, looked on the ground, in plaintive accents, cried: Why does she weep? No longer could I beliold her tears. Ye precious drops, which silent stand trembling on her glittering eye, were but one of you shed for me, that one would be to mc rest and consolation! I still incessantly grieve--grieve for her! My mind so full of soft solicitude is filled with thoughts of her! O thou immortal part of me thou soul that inhabits this tabernacle of clay!--or thou reason, inform me of my fate, and disperse the clouds that hang over me. Tired am I of weeping--tired am I of being thus overclouded with perpetual gloom. Why, when I sen her, who, perhaps, is no longer mortal--why, when she is absent, is she still the subject of my thoughts? Why docs my full heart then feel sensations before unknown? How tender are my ideas, all centering in love! Why flows from Cidli s lips such soft, such silver sounds? Why does her speaking eye, from which her soul looks out, fill my throb ting heart with such strong, such.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, The Book Depository [54837791], London, United Kingdom.
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. 1808 edition. Excerpt: . severe command of heaven?--hut I am ailent---1 ebey the wisdom of an affectionate parent, and the voids of God speaking in her! to him am 1 le voted! I am raised from the dead! too little do I belong to the earth to be given to a mortal! cease then, thou amiable youth, thine affectionate, thy tender sighs! Oh that I might again delighted behold that face dressed in chearful smiles, and wet with no tears but those of joy! pleased may I again behold thee, as when a youth, thou smilest at seeing me escape from my mother s fondling arms to run to thine. Affected by these tender sentiments, her tears forced their way, which Semida perceived, though Gidli abashed, covered her fac with her veil. He then softly stole dejected from the company, and rhen alone, looked on the ground, in plaintive accents, cried: Why does she weep? No longer could I beliold her tears. Ye precious drops, which silent stand trembling on her glittering eye, were but one of you shed for me, that one would be to mc rest and consolation! I still incessantly grieve--grieve for her! My mind so full of soft solicitude is filled with thoughts of her! O thou immortal part of me thou soul that inhabits this tabernacle of clay!--or thou reason, inform me of my fate, and disperse the clouds that hang over me. Tired am I of weeping--tired am I of being thus overclouded with perpetual gloom. Why, when I sen her, who, perhaps, is no longer mortal--why, when she is absent, is she still the subject of my thoughts? Why docs my full heart then feel sensations before unknown? How tender are my ideas, all centering in love! Why flows from Cidli s lips such soft, such silver sounds? Why does her speaking eye, from which her soul looks out, fill my throb ting heart with such strong, such.
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The Messiah
EN NWISBN: 9781230244068 bzw. 1230244069, in Englisch, General Books LLC, neu.
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Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock, Books, History, The Messiah, 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. 1808 edition. Excerpt: ... severe command of heaven?--hut I am ailent---1 ebey the wisdom of an affectionate parent, and the voids of God speaking in her! to him am 1 levoted! I am raised from the dead! too little do I belong to the earth to be given to a mortal! cease then, thou amiable youth, thine affectionate, thy tender sighs! Oh that I might again delighted behold that face dressed in chearful smiles, and wet with no tears but those of joy! pleased may I again behold thee, as when a youth, thou smilest at seeing me escape from my mother's fondling arms to run to thine. Affected by these tender sentiments, her tears forced their way, which Semida perceived, though 'Gidli abashed, covered her fac with her veil. He then softly stole dejected from the company, and rhen alone, looked on the ground, in plaintive accents, cried: Why does she weep? No longer could I beliold her tears. Ye precious drops, which silent stand trembling on her glittering eye, were but one of you shed for me, that one would be to mc rest and consolation! I still incessantly grieve--grieve for her! My mind so full of soft solicitude is filled with thoughts of her! O thou immortal part of me thou soul that inhabits this tabernacle of clay!--or thou reason, inform me of my fate, and disperse the clouds that hang over me. Tired am I of weeping--tired am I of being thus overclouded with perpetual gloom. Why, when I sen her, who, perhaps, is no longer mortal--why, when she is absent, is she still the subject of my thoughts? Why docs my full heart then feel sensations before unknown? How tender are my ideas, all centering in love! Why flows from Cidli's lips such soft, such silver sounds? Why does her speaking eye, from which her soul looks out, fill my throb ting heart with such strong, such...
Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock, Books, History, The Messiah, 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. 1808 edition. Excerpt: ... severe command of heaven?--hut I am ailent---1 ebey the wisdom of an affectionate parent, and the voids of God speaking in her! to him am 1 levoted! I am raised from the dead! too little do I belong to the earth to be given to a mortal! cease then, thou amiable youth, thine affectionate, thy tender sighs! Oh that I might again delighted behold that face dressed in chearful smiles, and wet with no tears but those of joy! pleased may I again behold thee, as when a youth, thou smilest at seeing me escape from my mother's fondling arms to run to thine. Affected by these tender sentiments, her tears forced their way, which Semida perceived, though 'Gidli abashed, covered her fac with her veil. He then softly stole dejected from the company, and rhen alone, looked on the ground, in plaintive accents, cried: Why does she weep? No longer could I beliold her tears. Ye precious drops, which silent stand trembling on her glittering eye, were but one of you shed for me, that one would be to mc rest and consolation! I still incessantly grieve--grieve for her! My mind so full of soft solicitude is filled with thoughts of her! O thou immortal part of me thou soul that inhabits this tabernacle of clay!--or thou reason, inform me of my fate, and disperse the clouds that hang over me. Tired am I of weeping--tired am I of being thus overclouded with perpetual gloom. Why, when I sen her, who, perhaps, is no longer mortal--why, when she is absent, is she still the subject of my thoughts? Why docs my full heart then feel sensations before unknown? How tender are my ideas, all centering in love! Why flows from Cidli's lips such soft, such silver sounds? Why does her speaking eye, from which her soul looks out, fill my throb ting heart with such strong, such...
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