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... sound- Hosanna Lord , Hosanna in the Highest ! But chiefest in our cleansed breast , Eternal , bid thy Spirit rest , And make our secret soul to be A temple pure and worthy thee ! Hosanna Lord , Hosanna in the Highest ! Lo , in the last ...
... sound- Hosanna Lord , Hosanna in the Highest ! But chiefest in our cleansed breast , Eternal , bid thy Spirit rest , And make our secret soul to be A temple pure and worthy thee ! Hosanna Lord , Hosanna in the Highest ! Lo , in the last ...
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... sound of praise again - Hosanna Lord , Hosanna in the Highest ! CHRISTMAS HYMN . Brightest and best of the sons of the morning , Dawn on our darkness , and lend us thine aid ! Star of the East , the horizon adorning , Guide where our ...
... sound of praise again - Hosanna Lord , Hosanna in the Highest ! CHRISTMAS HYMN . Brightest and best of the sons of the morning , Dawn on our darkness , and lend us thine aid ! Star of the East , the horizon adorning , Guide where our ...
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... sound of the eight o'clock bell . -Come now we ' ll to bed ! and when we are there He may work his own will , and what shall we care ? He may knock at the door , -we ' ll not let him in ; May drive at the windows , -we ' ll laugh at his ...
... sound of the eight o'clock bell . -Come now we ' ll to bed ! and when we are there He may work his own will , and what shall we care ? He may knock at the door , -we ' ll not let him in ; May drive at the windows , -we ' ll laugh at his ...
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... sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of wood , A furlong from their door . They wept , and turning homeward , cried , " In heaven we ...
... sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of wood , A furlong from their door . They wept , and turning homeward , cried , " In heaven we ...
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... sound of their shock , The waves flowed over the Inchcape rock ; So little they rose , so little they fell , They did not move the Inchcape bell . The Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock : On a buoy in the ...
... sound of their shock , The waves flowed over the Inchcape rock ; So little they rose , so little they fell , They did not move the Inchcape bell . The Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock : On a buoy in the ...
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First Book of Poetry for Elementary Schools (Classic Reprint) Frederic Charles Cook Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2017 |
First Book of Poetry for Elementary Schools (Classic Reprint) Frederic Charles Cook Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2018 |
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BARRY CORNWALL battle bell beneath blessing bosom bright brothers busy busy bee CASABIANCA cease from troubling cheer Chevy Chase child Christ church-yard darkness dead death deep doth dwell Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth eyes fallow deer father William fear flowers gallant grace green hath hear heard heart heaven hills holly tree horned owl Hosanna Lord hour humming bird Inchcape Rock Jesus King lamb light little maid lonely look look'd Lord Percy MARY HOWITT merry merry England Mother mountain never night o'er pleasant POETRY FOR ELEMENTARY prayer pride ride roar round shepherd shines sigh sing Sing-sing Sir Hugh Montgomery Sir Ralph SIR WALTER Scott Skiddaw sleep song soul sound SOUTHEY stormy tempests blow sweet tell thee thine things thou art thou busy busy thou hast thought tide tis Thou unto wicked cease wind wood word WORDSWORTH youth
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Сторінка 25 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they? I pray you tell.
Сторінка 26 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them. " And often after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. "The first that died was little Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away.
Сторінка 56 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Сторінка 98 - Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple sea, Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again shall be. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford Bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day; For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, % Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
Сторінка 7 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Сторінка 22 - Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day . The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door!
Сторінка 56 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Сторінка 47 - ... ever ran ; And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new. " Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as they are now, Then I'll yoke thee to my cart like a pony in the plough...
Сторінка 56 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Сторінка 7 - Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would His favour secure ; Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.