The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Том 51893 |
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... fear , afraid to hope ; Yet this one thing I learn to know Each day more surely as I go , That doors are opened , ways are made , Burdens are lifted or are laid By some great law unseen and still , Unfathomed purpose to fulfill , " Not ...
... fear , afraid to hope ; Yet this one thing I learn to know Each day more surely as I go , That doors are opened , ways are made , Burdens are lifted or are laid By some great law unseen and still , Unfathomed purpose to fulfill , " Not ...
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... Fear not , Abraham , saith the Lord , I'm thy shield and great reward ; I will bless thee now and ever , Naught from ... fears thy God is better . I from Ur , with guiding hand , Brought thee to this chosen land ; I have seen thy faith's ...
... Fear not , Abraham , saith the Lord , I'm thy shield and great reward ; I will bless thee now and ever , Naught from ... fears thy God is better . I from Ur , with guiding hand , Brought thee to this chosen land ; I have seen thy faith's ...
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... fear . Fear not , the angel said , But joyful be instead ; Tidings of gladness and delight I bring . And not alone for you This revelation new , O'er the whole earth the rapturous joy shall ring . This night in swathing folds The humble ...
... fear . Fear not , the angel said , But joyful be instead ; Tidings of gladness and delight I bring . And not alone for you This revelation new , O'er the whole earth the rapturous joy shall ring . This night in swathing folds The humble ...
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... fear divine Philosophy Should push beyond her mark , and be Procuress to the Lords of Hell . DEATH . Whatever crazy sorrow saith , No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death . AMBITION . -Ibid . I heard a ...
... fear divine Philosophy Should push beyond her mark , and be Procuress to the Lords of Hell . DEATH . Whatever crazy sorrow saith , No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death . AMBITION . -Ibid . I heard a ...
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... fear and dread ; Why may we not enjoy instead ? If Heaven we ask , to Heaven draw near ; Come with the children ; lo ! ' tis here . ENDEAVOR . LIKE skyward sparks our souls aspire , To fall as drops the sand . Morn finds ' mong clouds ...
... fear and dread ; Why may we not enjoy instead ? If Heaven we ask , to Heaven draw near ; Come with the children ; lo ! ' tis here . ENDEAVOR . LIKE skyward sparks our souls aspire , To fall as drops the sand . Morn finds ' mong clouds ...
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