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... pain he knelt , Held in his hands the dying head ; And long that wondrous tale he told To which at first their ear they lent , Until , with years and honour old , His noble spirit homeward went . And thus at duty's post he died ...
... pain he knelt , Held in his hands the dying head ; And long that wondrous tale he told To which at first their ear they lent , Until , with years and honour old , His noble spirit homeward went . And thus at duty's post he died ...
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... pain : It was the heavy weight of sin That burdened all my soul within . And far and wide around I sought Some friend to take my load away ; But none availed to ease me aught , And I was powerless as they , And still my anguish more and ...
... pain : It was the heavy weight of sin That burdened all my soul within . And far and wide around I sought Some friend to take my load away ; But none availed to ease me aught , And I was powerless as they , And still my anguish more and ...
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... pain . With searching glance he looked at me , Half pitiful and half severe , And asked if I indeed would be Rid of my weight of guilt and fear , And said that through no gate but this Could I attain the realm of bliss . He told me how ...
... pain . With searching glance he looked at me , Half pitiful and half severe , And asked if I indeed would be Rid of my weight of guilt and fear , And said that through no gate but this Could I attain the realm of bliss . He told me how ...
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... pain and care , And I would feel the blessed breeze , 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 ...
... pain and care , And I would feel the blessed breeze , 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 ...
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... pain , and grief , and hate , Where death can never enter in To change their blest estate . * Written upon some little children who died of a fever . Not here , not here below , Are they whose 26 SONGS OF THE HEART . VI.
... pain , and grief , and hate , Where death can never enter in To change their blest estate . * Written upon some little children who died of a fever . Not here , not here below , Are they whose 26 SONGS OF THE HEART . VI.
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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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