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... thee , And thy hopes a vision That but seems to flee ? Up , and break the fetter Of each dark delay ! Waiting for ... thee For the means to fly ? Have new terrors found thee , And the fear to die ? Strive with stout endeavour , Till the ...
... thee , And thy hopes a vision That but seems to flee ? Up , and break the fetter Of each dark delay ! Waiting for ... thee For the means to fly ? Have new terrors found thee , And the fear to die ? Strive with stout endeavour , Till the ...
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... 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 heaven , When thou lookest up , Not one ...
... 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 heaven , When thou lookest up , Not one ...
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... thee in vain thy mission to delay : A " leaf pluckt off " the happy sign to be , Thou turnest back thy way . The tidings thou dost bring Will earn for thee , fair dove , a welcome sweet , A place where thou shalt fold thy restless wing ...
... thee in vain thy mission to delay : A " leaf pluckt off " the happy sign to be , Thou turnest back thy way . The tidings thou dost bring Will earn for thee , fair dove , a welcome sweet , A place where thou shalt fold thy restless wing ...
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... is to me The song of ev'ry bird : But none compares with thee Of all I ever heard ; And more than all thy strain I love , Thou minstrel of the slumb'ring grove . WH THE ROBIN . ' HEN some heavy storm of 48 SONGS OF THE HEART .
... is to me The song of ev'ry bird : But none compares with thee Of all I ever heard ; And more than all thy strain I love , Thou minstrel of the slumb'ring grove . WH THE ROBIN . ' HEN some heavy storm of 48 SONGS OF THE HEART .
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... thee , thou cheerful robin , For the lesson thou dost give ! May I , with a grateful spirit , Learn from thee the way to live ! Thus , when fast around is fading All that once was fresh and fair , When misfortune gathers o'er me , And ...
... thee , thou cheerful robin , For the lesson thou dost give ! May I , with a grateful spirit , Learn from thee the way to live ! Thus , when fast around is fading All that once was fresh and fair , When misfortune gathers o'er me , And ...
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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...