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... Beauty My Ain Countree The Four Calls . The Folded Lamb The Battle Fought and Won Cast thy Burden upon the Lord The Unchangeable . Not Now . Oh to be Nothing He Liveth Long who Liveth Well The Day is at Hand F. C. A. Emma Moody ...
... Beauty My Ain Countree The Four Calls . The Folded Lamb The Battle Fought and Won Cast thy Burden upon the Lord The Unchangeable . Not Now . Oh to be Nothing He Liveth Long who Liveth Well The Day is at Hand F. C. A. Emma Moody ...
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EMMA MOODY. THE BEAUTIES OF CREATION . I PRAISED the earth , in beauty seen , With garlands gay of various green ! I praised the sea , whose ample field Shone glorious as a silver shield ! And earth and ocean seemed to say , " Our ...
EMMA MOODY. THE BEAUTIES OF CREATION . I PRAISED the earth , in beauty seen , With garlands gay of various green ! I praised the sea , whose ample field Shone glorious as a silver shield ! And earth and ocean seemed to say , " Our ...
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... beauty breaks . Broken songs we never may complete , Tender strains no voice can e'er repeat ; Tuneful harmonies our lips begin , Silenced where a sudden hush breaks in ! Broken hopes , built up so high , so high , Suddenly in ruins ...
... beauty breaks . Broken songs we never may complete , Tender strains no voice can e'er repeat ; Tuneful harmonies our lips begin , Silenced where a sudden hush breaks in ! Broken hopes , built up so high , so high , Suddenly in ruins ...
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... beauty hid , Like sparkle of a lustrous eye Beneath its veiling lid ! So with the heaven of better stars , Of which these are but signs ; So with the stores of wisdom hid In everlasting mines . For what we shall in that day be , It doth ...
... beauty hid , Like sparkle of a lustrous eye Beneath its veiling lid ! So with the heaven of better stars , Of which these are but signs ; So with the stores of wisdom hid In everlasting mines . For what we shall in that day be , It doth ...
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... beauty Has the Master dealt around ! And how many broken spirits Has He tenderly upbound ! O how often , to refresh us , Warmly beams the sun of life , Chasing from our brows the furrows Gathered in its gloom and strife , Thus it will ...
... beauty Has the Master dealt around ! And how many broken spirits Has He tenderly upbound ! O how often , to refresh us , Warmly beams the sun of life , Chasing from our brows the furrows Gathered in its gloom and strife , Thus it will ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Absalom BATTLE OF SADOWA beneath bless blest BONAR Border Land breast breath bright brother brow calm clouds crown dark dear death deep doth dreams dwell earth earthly EMMA MOODY eternal faith Father fear feet flowers FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL gaze gloom glorious glory grace grave grief hand hast hath hear heaven there's rest heavenly holy hope hour Jesus of Nazareth life's light live lonely look Lord Master's voice mortal Nazareth passeth never night o'er pain pass path PAUL GERHARDT peace praise pray prayer rapture red planet Mars Rock of Ages round sainted band Saviour shadow shalt shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul Speak gently spirit star strength strife sweet Talitha Cumi tears Thine things thou art thought throne thy heart Thy love toil Twas unto voice wait watch weary weep words
Passagens conhecidas
Página 185 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Página 35 - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Página 63 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Página 60 - Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.
Página 35 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.
Página 231 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, • Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; — So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore " Where tempests never beat
Página 231 - Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed ; All this, and, more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks That humour interposed too often makes...
Página 33 - In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Página 231 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learnt at last submission to my lot; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.
Página 186 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile...