Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 страница |
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... sing the Rubicon with the apostolic legions , and making the Romans freemen of the Lord , should have been the forerunner of Paul , and done half his work . Charlemange should have been a Luther.- Charles of Sweeden should have been a ...
... sing the Rubicon with the apostolic legions , and making the Romans freemen of the Lord , should have been the forerunner of Paul , and done half his work . Charlemange should have been a Luther.- Charles of Sweeden should have been a ...
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... sings by God's bright throne , - Then wherefore do we weep ? The cheek's pale tinge , the lid's dark fringe , That lies like a shadow there , Were beautiful in the eyes of all , - And her glossy golden hair ! But though that lid may ...
... sings by God's bright throne , - Then wherefore do we weep ? The cheek's pale tinge , the lid's dark fringe , That lies like a shadow there , Were beautiful in the eyes of all , - And her glossy golden hair ! But though that lid may ...
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... sing to thee ! And on its wings sweet odours bring to thee ! And in thy dreaming May all things , dear , With gentle seeming , Come smiling near ! VOICES OF THE TRUE HEARTED . No. 3 . 66 32 22 VOICES OF THE TRUE HEARTED .
... sing to thee ! And on its wings sweet odours bring to thee ! And in thy dreaming May all things , dear , With gentle seeming , Come smiling near ! VOICES OF THE TRUE HEARTED . No. 3 . 66 32 22 VOICES OF THE TRUE HEARTED .
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... sing- and sullenly sat down among the rest . Why , " ing to herself a psalm in the solitary moor - when quoth Allan Sleigh— “ I wager you a week's pay , in a moment a party of soldiers were upon a mount you don't venture fifty yards ...
... sing- and sullenly sat down among the rest . Why , " ing to herself a psalm in the solitary moor - when quoth Allan Sleigh— “ I wager you a week's pay , in a moment a party of soldiers were upon a mount you don't venture fifty yards ...
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... singing on the moor , and crying loudly but still sweetly , " God sent me hither to save their lives . " She fell down beside them as they knelt together ; and then , lifting up her head from the turf , fixed her beautiful face ...
... singing on the moor , and crying loudly but still sweetly , " God sent me hither to save their lives . " She fell down beside them as they knelt together ; and then , lifting up her head from the turf , fixed her beautiful face ...
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angels beautiful beneath birds blessing blood bosom breast breath brother brow calm capital punishment child clouds cold dark death deep divine doth dream earth evil eyes face faith father fear feel flowers freedom friends gentle give grace grave green hand Hannah Lee happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven holy hope hour human JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN G land light lips live look LYDIA MARIA CHILD MARY HOWITT mind mother N. P. WILLIS nature neath never night o'er peace poor prayer prison racter round Rübezahl seemed silent sing slave slavery sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars strong sunshine sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought toil true truth unto Vanity Fair voice weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words young
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Страница 270 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
Страница 165 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Страница 207 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Страница 21 - ... coldly The rough river ran — Over the brink of it: Picture it — think of it, Dissolute Man! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care: Fashion'd so slenderly, Young and so fair!
Страница 268 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Страница 21 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other?
Страница 215 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Страница 1 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Страница 258 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
Страница 250 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread : Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this