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HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM. AT THE CONSECRATION
OF PULASKl's BANNER. When the dying flame of day Through the chancel shot
its ray, Far the glimmering tapers shed Faint light on the cowled head ; And the ...
HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM. AT THE CONSECRATION
OF PULASKl's BANNER. When the dying flame of day Through the chancel shot
its ray, Far the glimmering tapers shed Faint light on the cowled head ; And the ...
الصفحة 10
They sang, that by his native bowers He stood, in the last moon of flowers, And
thirty snows had not yet shed Their glory on the warrior's head ; But, as the
summer fruit decays, So died he in those naked days. A dark cloak of the
roebuck's skin ...
They sang, that by his native bowers He stood, in the last moon of flowers, And
thirty snows had not yet shed Their glory on the warrior's head ; But, as the
summer fruit decays, So died he in those naked days. A dark cloak of the
roebuck's skin ...
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... did shine like the Holy One's face upon Tabor. Lo ! there entered then into the
church the Reverend Teacher. Father he hight and he was in the parish ; a
Christianly plainness Clothed from his head to his feet the old man of seventy
winters.
... did shine like the Holy One's face upon Tabor. Lo ! there entered then into the
church the Reverend Teacher. Father he hight and he was in the parish ; a
Christianly plainness Clothed from his head to his feet the old man of seventy
winters.
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... glanced with wonderful bright ness. • " On the next Sunday, who knows !
perhaps I shall rest in the graveyard ! Some one perhaps of yourselves, a lily
broken untimely, Bow down his head to the earth ; why delay I ? the hour is
accomplished.
... glanced with wonderful bright ness. • " On the next Sunday, who knows !
perhaps I shall rest in the graveyard ! Some one perhaps of yourselves, a lily
broken untimely, Bow down his head to the earth ; why delay I ? the hour is
accomplished.
الصفحة 40
And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! " O stay," the maiden said, "and
rest Thy weary head upon this breast ! " A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But
still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior ! " Beware the pine-tree's withered
branch !
And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! " O stay," the maiden said, "and
rest Thy weary head upon this breast ! " A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But
still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior ! " Beware the pine-tree's withered
branch !
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| العنوان | Poems |
| المؤلف | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| الناشر | J.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
| أصلي من | جامعة فيرجينيا |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 9 كانون الأول (ديسمبر) 2008 |
| عدد الصفحات | 391 من الصفحات |
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