Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and Modern, Том 41Charles Dudley Warner International Society, 1896 |
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... bless her ! ) is mild and meek . And how I happened to woo and wed A wife so pretty and wise withal , Is part of the puzzle that fills my head . Plagues me at daytime , racks me in bed , Haunts me , and makes me appear so small . The ...
... bless her ! ) is mild and meek . And how I happened to woo and wed A wife so pretty and wise withal , Is part of the puzzle that fills my head . Plagues me at daytime , racks me in bed , Haunts me , and makes me appear so small . The ...
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... Bless me ! this is pleasant , Riding on the Rail ! Men of different " stations » In the eye of fame , Here are very quickly Coming to the same . High and lowly people , Birds of every feather , On a common level Traveling together ...
... Bless me ! this is pleasant , Riding on the Rail ! Men of different " stations » In the eye of fame , Here are very quickly Coming to the same . High and lowly people , Birds of every feather , On a common level Traveling together ...
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... under arches , Rumbling over bridges , Whizzing through the mountains , Buzzing o'er the vale , - Bless me ! this is pleasant , Riding on the Rail ! JOHN GODFREY SAXE . THE SEA HE was rich and of high degree ; 16690 SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS.
... under arches , Rumbling over bridges , Whizzing through the mountains , Buzzing o'er the vale , - Bless me ! this is pleasant , Riding on the Rail ! JOHN GODFREY SAXE . THE SEA HE was rich and of high degree ; 16690 SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS.
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... blessed be they Who every way And everywhere protest . There's one thing certain in my creed , And schism is all the rest , - That who's a Protestant indeed For ever must protest . What is the river Rhine to me ? For from its source ...
... blessed be they Who every way And everywhere protest . There's one thing certain in my creed , And schism is all the rest , - That who's a Protestant indeed For ever must protest . What is the river Rhine to me ? For from its source ...
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... blessing . But I alone thought far in my soul What a touch of genius was in the whole : And felt how graceful had been the thought Which for the signs of the months had sought , Sweetest of symbols , Christ's chosen train ; And much I ...
... blessing . But I alone thought far in my soul What a touch of genius was in the whole : And felt how graceful had been the thought Which for the signs of the months had sought , Sweetest of symbols , Christ's chosen train ; And much I ...
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Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern: Songs, hymns and ... Повний перегляд - 1902 |
Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and Modern, Том 41 Charles Dudley Warner Повний перегляд - 1896 |
Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and Modern, Том 41 Charles Dudley Warner Повний перегляд - 1896 |
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Author Unknown Barbara Allen beauty beneath Binnorie bless blow bonny mill-dams breast breath bright brow Carcassonne CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH cried crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream Dublin University Magazine earth EMMA LAZARUS eyes face fair fear feet flower Gijón Glenlogie glory golden grave gray hair hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven holy hour House of Hate King land life's light live lone look Lord Lord Lovel MARGARET DELAND MINOT JUDSON SAVAGE MOHAMMED BEN OSMAN morning NAKKASH NATHAN HASKELL DOLE ne'er never night o'er pass pearl poor pray prayer Quair rest round shining sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears thee thine things thou thought Translation in Dublin Turkish turn twas unto voice weary WILLIAM AUGUSTUS MUHLENBERG wind wings wonder
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Сторінка 16876 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Сторінка 16890 - Hath He marks to lead me to Him, If He be my guide ? " In His feet and hands are wound-prints And His side.
Сторінка 16880 - Onward! Christian soldiers, Marching at to war, With the Cross of Jems Going on before. ! Cliristian soldiers, Marching ;is to war, With the Cross of Jesus Going on before ; Christ the Royal Master Leads against the foe ; Forward into battle, See ! His banners go.
Сторінка 16856 - Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run, Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Сторінка 16864 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, 'Be Thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.
Сторінка 16846 - What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
Сторінка 16871 - To you in David's town, this day, Is born of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign. 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Сторінка 16839 - A million torches lighted by thy hand Wander unwearied through the blue abyss : They own thy power, accomplish thy command. All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss, What shall we call them ? Piles of crystal light, A glorious company of golden streams, Lamps of celestial ether burning bright, Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams ? But thou to these art as the noon to night.
Сторінка 16862 - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.
Сторінка 16791 - By Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave. And no man dug that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er ; For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there.