Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier J.R. Osgood, 1875 - 352 стор. |
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... Heart, O Jesus, lead us to a renewed confidence in Your mercifullove, for each of us individually and, atthe same ... Heart of Jesus, we love You. Sacred Heart of Jesus, Thy Kingdom come! Immaculate Heart of Mary, pray for us. Saint ...
... Heart, O Jesus, lead us to a renewed confidence in Your mercifullove, for each of us individually and, atthe same ... Heart of Jesus, we love You. Sacred Heart of Jesus, Thy Kingdom come! Immaculate Heart of Mary, pray for us. Saint ...
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... heart right in the sight of God , is to have God on our side ; and " if God be for us , who can be against us ? " II . But Simon's heart was not right with God . But why the heart , and not the understanding , or intelligent faculty ...
... heart right in the sight of God , is to have God on our side ; and " if God be for us , who can be against us ? " II . But Simon's heart was not right with God . But why the heart , and not the understanding , or intelligent faculty ...
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... hearts . These RVFW control values were 946 ± 86 nmol phenylalanine.g dry heart ' , 11.5 ± 0.4 mg RNA.g dry heart , and 83 nmol phenylalanine.mg RNA.h. * p < 0.05 versus RVFW of control hearts . # p < 0.05 versus same portion of control ...
... hearts . These RVFW control values were 946 ± 86 nmol phenylalanine.g dry heart ' , 11.5 ± 0.4 mg RNA.g dry heart , and 83 nmol phenylalanine.mg RNA.h. * p < 0.05 versus RVFW of control hearts . # p < 0.05 versus same portion of control ...
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... heart of the labyrinth. The ancients' concept of the human heart was considerably different from ours. The early wise elders used the Greek word nous almost interchangeably for the mind, heart, and spirit. The heart was considered the ...
... heart of the labyrinth. The ancients' concept of the human heart was considerably different from ours. The early wise elders used the Greek word nous almost interchangeably for the mind, heart, and spirit. The heart was considered the ...
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... Heart of Jesus is our altar; let us place our actions and sacrifices on It to be rendered worthy of the Blessed Trinity. “Make use of My Heart, and thy deeds will charm the eye and ear of the Divinity,” Jesus told St. Gertrude. “I know ...
... Heart of Jesus is our altar; let us place our actions and sacrifices on It to be rendered worthy of the Blessed Trinity. “Make use of My Heart, and thy deeds will charm the eye and ear of the Divinity,” Jesus told St. Gertrude. “I know ...
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angels beauty BEGONE DULL CARE bells beneath bird blessed bliss bonnie Braes breast breath bright busk calm Christabel clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER Edom eternal eyes face fair fear flowers frae Glenlogie glory golden grace grave green Grongar Hill hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy hour Hymn Inchcape Rock JOHN BYROM Kilmeny kiss lady land lassie light live Lochaber lonely look Lord maun mind morning mourn ne'er never night o'er praise rest rose round Saint Agnes SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE scorn shade shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree unto vale voice wandering waves weary weel ween weep wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings Yarrow
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Сторінка 125 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Сторінка 66 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all: And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Сторінка 209 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Сторінка 30 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Сторінка 125 - For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
Сторінка 160 - 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 "Song of the Shirt.
Сторінка 223 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea,
Сторінка 37 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Сторінка 97 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
Сторінка 223 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!