 Mid dark horrors sought, Till my peerless jewel, Faith to me she brought. Sorrow, that I wearied Should remain so long Wreathed my starry glory, The bright Crown of Song. Strife, that racked my spirit Without hope or rest, Left the blooming flower. Patience,...  Blessed be Drudgery: And Other Papers - Сторінка 115автори: William Channing Gannett - 1890 - 112 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1872 - 722 стор.
...Bad nights, did Pain Forge my shield, Endurance, Bright and free from stain. Strife that racked ruy spirit Without hope or rest, Left the blooming flower,...charms, Laid the fair child, Pity, Smiling in my arms." Finally. Be it never forgotten that the True Consoler in every woe and Saviour from every evil is "great... | |
 | 1854 - 634 стор.
...Sorrow (that I wearied Should remain so long), Wreathed my starry glory, The bright Crown of Song I Strife, that racked my spirit Without hope or rest....past ; And I thank the givers, Whom I know at last ! TATTYBOYS RENTS. IN Tattyboys Rents the sun shines, and the rain rains, and people are born, live,... | |
 | Adelaide Anne Procter - 1858 - 280 стор.
...Sorrow (that I wearied Should remain so long) Wreathed my starry glory, The bright Crown of Song ! Strife, that racked my spirit Without hope or rest,...past — And I thank the givers, Whom I know at last ! SHINING STARS. |HINE, ye stars of heaven, On a world of pain ! See old Time destroying All our hoarded... | |
 | Adelaide Anne Procter - 1858 - 280 стор.
...-Sorrow (that I wearied Should remain so long) Wreathed my starry glory, The bright Crown of Song ! Strife, that racked my spirit Without hope or rest,...So I count my treasures, Stored in days long past ; — SHINING STAES. |HINE, ye stars of heaven, On a world of pain ! See old Time destroying All our... | |
 | Adelaide Anne Procter - 1863 - 428 стор.
...Wreathed my starry glory, The bright Crown of Song. Strife, that racked my spirit Without hope or rest, Suffering, that I dreaded, Ignorant of her charms,...past, — And I thank the givers, Whom I know at last ! SHINING STAES. l]HINE, ye stars of heaven, On a world of pain ! See old Time destroying All our hoarded... | |
 | Effie (little.) - 1863 - 140 стор.
...would be to do nothing which they would be ashamed to own I CHAPTER VI. THE LESSON OP SUFFERING. " Suffering, that I dreaded, Ignorant of her charms, Laid the fair child Pity, Smiling in my arms." "... All joys go less To the one joy of doing kindnesses." As long as Effie was actually in pain, and... | |
 | 1865 - 356 стор.
...Strife, that racked my spirit Without hope or reft, Left the blooming flower, Patience, on my brealt. Suffering, that I dreaded, Ignorant of her charms,...arms. So I count my treasures, Stored in days long paft, -- And I thank the givers, Whom I know at laft ! A. Procter. A THANKSGIVING FOR HIS HOUSE. LORD,... | |
 | 1865 - 356 стор.
...racked my spirit Without hope or reft, Left the blooming flower, Patience, on my breaft. Su(fering, that I dreaded, Ignorant of her charms, Laid the fair...arms. So I count my treasures, Stored in days long paft, — And I thank the givers, Whom I know at laft ! A. Procter. A THANKSGIVING FOR HIS HOUSE. LORD,... | |
 | Lucy Pauline Wright Hobart - 1867 - 534 стор.
...Sorrow, that I wearied Should remain so long, Wreathed my starry glory — The bright Crown of Song. Strife, that racked my spirit Without hope or rest, Left the blooming flower, Patience, on my breast BLESSINGS. 455 Suffering, that I dreaded, Ignorant of her charms, — Laid the fair child, Pity, Smiling... | |
 | 1870 - 720 стор.
...my starry glory, The bright Crown of Song! Strife, that racked my spirit Without hope or rest, Loft the blooming flower, Patience, on my breast. Suffering,...long past; And I thank the givers, Whom I know at lost ! (From ¿Sprmon. toitíj Christ anu Hife in fëim. BY WD MAOLAOAtf, MA, ВEСTOИ OF NEWINOTON.... | |
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