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... Grace before Meat , by Charles Lamb , 168 The Solemn Song of a Righteous Hearte , by Wil- liam Motherwell , 126 The Ocean , by John Augustus Shea , Hymn to the Flowers , by Horace Smith , · 170 171 The Soul's Errand , by Joshua ...
... Grace before Meat , by Charles Lamb , 168 The Solemn Song of a Righteous Hearte , by Wil- liam Motherwell , 126 The Ocean , by John Augustus Shea , Hymn to the Flowers , by Horace Smith , · 170 171 The Soul's Errand , by Joshua ...
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... grace Of nature ere I die , and gaze again Upon her living and rejoicing face ; Fain would I see thy countenance , my child , My comforter ! I feel thy dear embrace , I hear thy voice so musical and mild , The patient , sole interpreter ...
... grace Of nature ere I die , and gaze again Upon her living and rejoicing face ; Fain would I see thy countenance , my child , My comforter ! I feel thy dear embrace , I hear thy voice so musical and mild , The patient , sole interpreter ...
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... grace- fully as when on the head of the warrior ? Are any honors so freely bestowed , or cheaply purchased , as those which are gained by a few hours of fighting ? See that man , who , so late , was the wonder of the world , calling out ...
... grace- fully as when on the head of the warrior ? Are any honors so freely bestowed , or cheaply purchased , as those which are gained by a few hours of fighting ? See that man , who , so late , was the wonder of the world , calling out ...
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... grace of that Saviour who I The table- which so small an effort might relieve . crumbs of the rich would make a banquet for the poor , and the spare remnants of their clothing would defend them from the cold . Come , come , reader ! you ...
... grace of that Saviour who I The table- which so small an effort might relieve . crumbs of the rich would make a banquet for the poor , and the spare remnants of their clothing would defend them from the cold . Come , come , reader ! you ...
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... grace , Which that poor victim of the market - place Hath , in her suffering , won ? My God ! Can such things be ? Hast thou not said — that whatso'er is done Unto thy weakest and thy humblest one , Is even done to Thee ? In that sad ...
... grace , Which that poor victim of the market - place Hath , in her suffering , won ? My God ! Can such things be ? Hast thou not said — that whatso'er is done Unto thy weakest and thy humblest one , Is even done to Thee ? In that sad ...
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الصفحة 270 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
الصفحة 165 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
الصفحة 207 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
الصفحة 21 - ... coldly The rough river ran — Over the brink of it: Picture it — think of it, Dissolute Man! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care: Fashion'd so slenderly, Young and so fair!
الصفحة 268 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
الصفحة 21 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other?
الصفحة 215 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
الصفحة 1 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
الصفحة 258 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
الصفحة 250 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread : Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this