Songs of the heart: poems, Issue 538 |
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Page 13
... once the cross for others bore , And on the fearful fight He fought , And on the thorny crown He wore . And , at the vision calmer grown , His Master's praise so loud he sang , The heathen stronghold's walls of stone With songs of ...
... once the cross for others bore , And on the fearful fight He fought , And on the thorny crown He wore . And , at the vision calmer grown , His Master's praise so loud he sang , The heathen stronghold's walls of stone With songs of ...
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... once more.― Awhile he hesitating stands , Frees from his sword each little stain ; Then grasps it firmly in his hands , And snaps its shining blade in twain.- He thanked them for their kind behest , And with a broken voice he spoke ...
... once more.― Awhile he hesitating stands , Frees from his sword each little stain ; Then grasps it firmly in his hands , And snaps its shining blade in twain.- He thanked them for their kind behest , And with a broken voice he spoke ...
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... Once more before I die , Steal through the open window , And reach me where I lie . It breathes to me of heaven , Where now I soon shall be , And seems to whisper to my soul Of all I long to see . ” They open wide the window - soft and ...
... Once more before I die , Steal through the open window , And reach me where I lie . It breathes to me of heaven , Where now I soon shall be , And seems to whisper to my soul Of all I long to see . ” They open wide the window - soft and ...
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... once again ; It is climbing up the sloping hills , and creeping o'er the plain ; It spreads a train of triumph , and a golden garland weaves , And crowns the laughing landscape with a diadem of sheaves . With its ever - welcome ...
... once again ; It is climbing up the sloping hills , and creeping o'er the plain ; It spreads a train of triumph , and a golden garland weaves , And crowns the laughing landscape with a diadem of sheaves . With its ever - welcome ...
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... , we raise our hearts above , And , for all the joys and blessings that follow in its train , Thank God for sending harvest to be with us once again . WOODLAND WANDERINGS . TH HROUGH the woods I wandered , SONGS OF THE HEART . 39.
... , we raise our hearts above , And , for all the joys and blessings that follow in its train , Thank God for sending harvest to be with us once again . WOODLAND WANDERINGS . TH HROUGH the woods I wandered , SONGS OF THE HEART . 39.
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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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