Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and Modern, Том 41Charles Dudley Warner International Society, 1896 |
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... sound Of the bell and the visitor's entry is shorter Than usual - I found I won't say I caught - her Intent on the pier - glass , undoubtedly meaning To see if perhaps it didn't need cleaning . She turned as I entered- " Why , Harry ...
... sound Of the bell and the visitor's entry is shorter Than usual - I found I won't say I caught - her Intent on the pier - glass , undoubtedly meaning To see if perhaps it didn't need cleaning . She turned as I entered- " Why , Harry ...
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... sounds across the sea are blown , Where England , girt as with a moat , A strong sea - lion , sits alone ! A pilgrim from that white - cliffed shore , What joy , large flower of Western land ! To seek thy democratic door , With eager ...
... sounds across the sea are blown , Where England , girt as with a moat , A strong sea - lion , sits alone ! A pilgrim from that white - cliffed shore , What joy , large flower of Western land ! To seek thy democratic door , With eager ...
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... sound . Hans Breitmann gife a barty : I dells you it cost him dear . Dey rolled in more ash seven kecks Of foost - rate lager beer , Und venefer dey knocks de shpicket in De Deutschers gifes a cheer . I dinks dat so vine a barty Nefer ...
... sound . Hans Breitmann gife a barty : I dells you it cost him dear . Dey rolled in more ash seven kecks Of foost - rate lager beer , Und venefer dey knocks de shpicket in De Deutschers gifes a cheer . I dinks dat so vine a barty Nefer ...
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... sounds of tinkling bells , And songs of merry brown milkmaids , Sweeter than oriole's . ( Yes , thank you - Philomel's ! ) I could sit here till morning came , All through the night hours dark , Until I saw the sun's bright flame And ...
... sounds of tinkling bells , And songs of merry brown milkmaids , Sweeter than oriole's . ( Yes , thank you - Philomel's ! ) I could sit here till morning came , All through the night hours dark , Until I saw the sun's bright flame And ...
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... sound and symbol , the only tongue The maker taught it while yet ' twas young . And we saw St. Peter clasp his hands , And the cock crow hoarsely to all the lands , And the twelve Apostles come and go , And the solemn Christ pass sadly ...
... sound and symbol , the only tongue The maker taught it while yet ' twas young . And we saw St. Peter clasp his hands , And the cock crow hoarsely to all the lands , And the twelve Apostles come and go , And the solemn Christ pass sadly ...
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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.