Songs of the heart: poems, Issue 538 |
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... never move , Melted beneath each gentle word . And far and wide around they spread The news the captive Christian bore , And all the mighty truths he said Were oft repeated o'er and o'er . Then from his tortured hands and feet They ...
... never move , Melted beneath each gentle word . And far and wide around they spread The news the captive Christian bore , And all the mighty truths he said Were oft repeated o'er and o'er . Then from his tortured hands and feet They ...
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... never come , And peace eternally abides ; While on my ear fell faint but sweet The hymns the ransomed host repeat . Thrice weary then , with tearful eyes , I gazed upon the blessed band Who taste the endless joys that rise Within that ...
... never come , And peace eternally abides ; While on my ear fell faint but sweet The hymns the ransomed host repeat . Thrice weary then , with tearful eyes , I gazed upon the blessed band Who taste the endless joys that rise Within that ...
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... never I before had seen , Until we reached a lowly gate , At which he bade me knock and wait . I knocked and waited - opening quick , The narrow gate a path disclosed , Stony and rough , with brambles thick , By overhanging rocks ...
... never I before had seen , Until we reached a lowly gate , At which he bade me knock and wait . I knocked and waited - opening quick , The narrow gate a path disclosed , Stony and rough , with brambles thick , By overhanging rocks ...
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... never ; Hold it to the last ! Angel faces o'er thee Lovingly look down ; And there waiteth for thee An eternal crown ! Art thou lorn and lonely , With no earthly friend , Moving forward only To the wished - for end ; Not one glimpse of ...
... never ; Hold it to the last ! Angel faces o'er thee Lovingly look down ; And there waiteth for thee An eternal crown ! Art thou lorn and lonely , With no earthly friend , Moving forward only To the wished - for end ; Not one glimpse of ...
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... never shall grow dim , Within His happy home . They hear that blessed voice ; It soothes their wild alarms : Their loving little hearts rejoice ; They fly into His arms . He folds them to His breast ; They nestle fondly there , And in ...
... never shall grow dim , Within His happy home . They hear that blessed voice ; It soothes their wild alarms : Their loving little hearts rejoice ; They fly into His arms . He folds them to His breast ; They nestle fondly there , And in ...
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Art thou bade beams beauty beneath blessed breast breath breath of heaven breeze bright brow cheer clouds crown cuckoo dark dear old home distant dreams drear ears England evermore eyes fades fainting fair fairest fast feet fell firmly clasps flowers fresh gather gentle gleam gloom glory golden green grief happy harvest heard heart heaven hill holy honour hopes hymns light little hand LONGFELLOW look LUDGATE HILL meadows meadows green merry Merry Christmas mighty morning naught ne'er night numbers o'er once onward path pathway peaceful playmates pleasant pow'r ranks of error rest rise roam Sabbath scene scent shadows sheaves shine sight sing song soothing sorrow soul sound spirit star storms strive summer sunbeams sweet tears tempest tender touch thee thine thou thoughts tide Tis a voice underneath violet Wallingford weary winds winter woods I wandered youth
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Page 24 - And he stayed yet other seven days; and again he sent forth the dove out of the ark; and the dove came in to him in the evening; and, lo, in her mouth was an olive leaf pluckt off: so Noah knew that the waters were abated from off the earth.
Page 84 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 1 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart. As showers from the clouds of summer. Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor.
Page 47 - what music hast thou provided for thy saints in heaven, when thou affordest bad men such music on earth?" There appears to be a meaning in the sound beyond what reaches the ear ; it links itself with the aspects of nature, with the spirit of the hour, or blends with the sad reminiscence or the hopeful reverie, like its echo or response. There is, too, a metaphysical...
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Page 103 - On the occasion of the visit of the Prince and Princess of Wales...