Through Life and Beyond; and Paul Fenton |
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الصفحة 51
... hear the flow Of soft and holy song . " H , mother ! what a beautiful day this has been . " " Beautiful ! why , Paul , you must have been dreaming ; it has been the dullest , darkest , foggiest day in all November . Not one ray of ...
... hear the flow Of soft and holy song . " H , mother ! what a beautiful day this has been . " " Beautiful ! why , Paul , you must have been dreaming ; it has been the dullest , darkest , foggiest day in all November . Not one ray of ...
الصفحة 55
... hear . Oh , mother ! if you were blind , you would know then why music is light and joy to us . day that the sun was dows , and we sang so been there to hear us . tion from Spohr's Last Judgment - such music , mother ! I never felt so ...
... hear . Oh , mother ! if you were blind , you would know then why music is light and joy to us . day that the sun was dows , and we sang so been there to hear us . tion from Spohr's Last Judgment - such music , mother ! I never felt so ...
الصفحة 56
... us , but that I dare not do ; so I talk to God instead ; and I feel he hears me , and blesses them for me . " CHAPER II . " The blind boy's been at play. 56 Paul Fenton . go round and thank every one in the room for ...
... us , but that I dare not do ; so I talk to God instead ; and I feel he hears me , and blesses them for me . " CHAPER II . " The blind boy's been at play. 56 Paul Fenton . go round and thank every one in the room for ...
الصفحة 74
... hear the sound of fresh voices - to breathe the pure fresh air ? you know it would , you dear papa - so say we may fetch him to - morrow . " " Well , as you seem to have set your heart upon trying the experiment of amusing a blind boy ...
... hear the sound of fresh voices - to breathe the pure fresh air ? you know it would , you dear papa - so say we may fetch him to - morrow . " " Well , as you seem to have set your heart upon trying the experiment of amusing a blind boy ...
الصفحة 86
... hear me play , as I could play if I might be allowed , they would press forward , and I should earn more then than I ever can by basket - making . " " It's no use , Fenton ; it wont do , " again said his schoolfellow in the same ...
... hear me play , as I could play if I might be allowed , they would press forward , and I should earn more then than I ever can by basket - making . " " It's no use , Fenton ; it wont do , " again said his schoolfellow in the same ...
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Through Life and Beyond and Paul Fenton (1870) <span dir=ltr>Mrs F. Marshall Ward</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2009 |
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الصفحة 54 - And feel thy sovran vital lamp; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
الصفحة 62 - Dragged from among the horses feet, With dinted shield, and helmet beat, The falcon-crest and plumage gone, Can that be haughty Marmion ! . . Young...
الصفحة 81 - There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree, There's a smile on the fruit and a smile on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
الصفحة 86 - Oh! when the heart is full — when bitter thoughts Come crowding thickly up for utterance, And the poor common words of courtesy Are such a very mockery — how much The bursting heart may pour itself in prayer!
الصفحة 52 - Thy sinless land, Which eye hath never seen. Visions come and go; Shapes of resplendent beauty round me throng, From angel lips I seem to hear the flow Of soft and holy song.
الصفحة 56 - I not cast down. I am weak, yet strong ; I murmur not that I no longer see ; Poor, old, and helpless, I the more belong, Father Supreme ! to Thee.
الصفحة 91 - Lord ; wait patiently for Him ; and He will give thee Thy heart's desire.
الصفحة 56 - Paradise refresh my brow, That earth in darkness lies. In a purer clime My being fills with rapture, — waves of thought Roll in upon my spirit, — strains sublime Break over me unsought. Give me now my lyre ! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine: Within my bosom glows unearthly fire Lit by no skill of mine.