Songs of the heart: poems, Issue 538 |
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... seems to flee ? Up , and break the fetter Of each dark delay ! Waiting for the better , Labour day by day ! Soon the seed shall render Its unfailing yield , In the wealth and - splendour Of the harvest - field ! Art thou faint and ...
... seems to flee ? Up , and break the fetter Of each dark delay ! Waiting for the better , Labour day by day ! Soon the seed shall render Its unfailing yield , In the wealth and - splendour Of the harvest - field ! Art thou faint and ...
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... seems to whisper to my soul Of all I long to see . ” They open wide the window - soft and low , The breath of heaven fans upon his brow . " Oh , draw aside the curtain That hides the setting sun , For I would see his light once more ...
... seems to whisper to my soul Of all I long to see . ” They open wide the window - soft and low , The breath of heaven fans upon his brow . " Oh , draw aside the curtain That hides the setting sun , For I would see his light once more ...
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... seem the nearer heaven When they are sung to me . And to that realm of happiness I may them with me bear , For , though you cannot go with me , Your songs may enter there . " They sing that song of gladness - loud and clear , The hymns ...
... seem the nearer heaven When they are sung to me . And to that realm of happiness I may them with me bear , For , though you cannot go with me , Your songs may enter there . " They sing that song of gladness - loud and clear , The hymns ...
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... seem ; For simple are his earnest words , As simple as his theme : But ' tis the sweet simplicity Of truth's unstudied speech , That enters where no honied words Of eloquence could reach . No wondrous anthems there are heard , Nor lofty ...
... seem ; For simple are his earnest words , As simple as his theme : But ' tis the sweet simplicity Of truth's unstudied speech , That enters where no honied words Of eloquence could reach . No wondrous anthems there are heard , Nor lofty ...
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... seem like an army camped at night . Soon the happy cry of " Harvest home " floats through the evening air , And a thousand cheerful voices tell of gladness every- where ; And , with overflowing gratitude for a gracious Father's love ...
... seem like an army camped at night . Soon the happy cry of " Harvest home " floats through the evening air , And a thousand cheerful voices tell of gladness every- where ; And , with overflowing gratitude for a gracious Father's love ...
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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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