Author : Martin Haug
Publisher : General Books
ISBN 13 : 9781458940438
Total Pages : 104 pages
Book Rating : 4.9/5 (44 download)
Book Synopsis Essay on the Pahlavi Language. from the Pahlavi-Pazand Glossary Ed. by Destur Hoshangji and M.Haug by : Martin Haug
Download or read book Essay on the Pahlavi Language. from the Pahlavi-Pazand Glossary Ed. by Destur Hoshangji and M.Haug written by Martin Haug and published by General Books. This book was released on 2012-01-01 with total page 104 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1870. Excerpt: ... In the drifting darkness Gazed he through the storm For he knew the presence Of the Lord of HellAuthor of confusion, Jesus marked him well. v. Sternly he rebuked him, 'Peace, be still, I say: ' Sank the storm in silence, Wind and wave obey. In the tranquil midnight, On the breathless sea, Fell his voice, 'Ah, faithless, Wherefore doubted ye?' XLI. TALITHA CUMI. i. In the upper chamber, Where the dead was laid, Rose the wail of anguish Round the sleeping maid: Loud in measured cadence Swelled the dirge of woe, If the tear which paid it Might forget to flow. 11. Hark a step advancing; Hark a voice, which saith, 'Slumber holds the maiden, Not the hand of death.' Calm the voice which speaks it; Loud the mocking din, As amid the minstrels Jesus enters in. in. Mother of the maiden, Father, enter too; It is Jesus calls you, Calls alone to you: In the silent chamber Where he' goes before, On the mourners' tumult Softly close the door. IV. There she sleeps, the daughter Of your fondest care. Sleeps? Ah, that deep slumber Knows no wakening there. Lonely you must labour, Lone to toil must rise, Ere that veil of slumber Falls upon your eyes. v. Still, and calm, and tranquil Lies the maiden now; Now no more shall fever Flush her pallid brow: Fold the hands in reverence On the virgin breast; Whisper ' Life is over, ' Bid her take her rest. VI. Yet the blush of beauty Seems to linger still, . As the sun departed Tints some distant hill: Ah Life's flame is kindling On the lips of death, As its dying ember Feels the Saviour's breath. VII. By the hand he takes her, Draws her up to him, Clears her darkened eyesight From death's shadows dim: And the smile, which sweetly Greets her opening eyes, Is her Lord's, who calls her, 'Maid, I say, Arise.' Alleluia Alleluia, .... Almi