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... thee . Think of our many playful hours , When hope was young ; Of home , and its luxuriant flowers , Where all eve long , amid the bowers , Some sweet bird sung . Of winter tale , and summer sport , And favoured nooks ; Of all our spots ...
... thee . Think of our many playful hours , When hope was young ; Of home , and its luxuriant flowers , Where all eve long , amid the bowers , Some sweet bird sung . Of winter tale , and summer sport , And favoured nooks ; Of all our spots ...
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... thee ; Or the coward insult the gallant dead , Who , in life , had trembled before thee . " Then dug he a grave in the crimson earth Where his warrior foe was sleeping ; And he laid him there , in honour and rest , With his sword in his ...
... thee ; Or the coward insult the gallant dead , Who , in life , had trembled before thee . " Then dug he a grave in the crimson earth Where his warrior foe was sleeping ; And he laid him there , in honour and rest , With his sword in his ...
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... thee , That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down , And steep my senses in forgetfulness . Wonder not then , that " pleasant dreams and slumbers light , " should be in our case a subject of record . Last night was a notable and ...
... thee , That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down , And steep my senses in forgetfulness . Wonder not then , that " pleasant dreams and slumbers light , " should be in our case a subject of record . Last night was a notable and ...
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... thee , O Lord , And found thee gracious , as thy given word ; Thou heard'st me then , from out thy holy hill , And all my feeble cries thou did'st fulfil , I laid me down and slept without a fear , For thy sustaining hand O Lord was ...
... thee , O Lord , And found thee gracious , as thy given word ; Thou heard'st me then , from out thy holy hill , And all my feeble cries thou did'st fulfil , I laid me down and slept without a fear , For thy sustaining hand O Lord was ...
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... thee dead , Thou blessed art , -thy gentle spirit's fled To taste celestial joys . But who could stand and view , with tearless eye , The sad remains of frail , mortality , All I behold of thee : - The cold , unconscious form , -the ...
... thee dead , Thou blessed art , -thy gentle spirit's fled To taste celestial joys . But who could stand and view , with tearless eye , The sad remains of frail , mortality , All I behold of thee : - The cold , unconscious form , -the ...
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Página 146 - door, and no man can shut it; for thou hast a little strength, and hast kept my word, and hast not denied my name.— Because thou hast kept the word of my patience, I also will keep thee from the hour of temptation, which shall come upon all the world,
Página 177 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long ; And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Página 146 - Unto the Angel of the CHURCH OF THE LAODICEANS write,— I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth.
Página 67 - Come, my Corinna, come, and coming mark How each field turns a street, each street a park, Made green and trimmed with trees ; see how Devotion gives each house a bough, Or branch ; each porch, each door, ere this, An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorne, neatly interwove.
Página 174 - Death hath broke his girt, And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt: Or else the ways being foul, twenty to one, He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown. ' Twas such a shifter, that, if truth were known, Death was half glad when he had got him down; the
Página 141 - pleasant to grow better ; because that is to excel ourselves: it is pleasant even to mortify and subdue our lusts; because that is victory: it is pleasant to command our appetites and passions, and to keep them in due order, within the bounds of reason and religion ; because this is empire.
Página 82 - in his nostrils, in his fore teeth and grinders: in his lips, in his throat, in his shoulders, in his wrists, in his arms, in his fingers. May he be damned in his mouth, in his breast, and in all his inward parts, down to his very stomach! May he be cursed in his veins,
Página 97 - That such monuments, and such actions and observances be instituted, and do commence from the time that the matter of fact was done. The first two rules make it impossible for any such matter of fact to be imposed upon men, at the time when such matter of fact was said to be done, because every man's
Página 157 - But from that hour forgot the smart, And peace bound up my broken heart, In prison I saw him next, condemn'd To meet a traitor's doom at morn ; The tide of lying tongues I stemm'd, And honour'd him, "midst shame and
Página 157 - humbly for relief, That I eould never answer, " Nay": I had not power to ask his name, Whither he went, or whence he came, Yet was there something in his eye, That won my love, I knew not why.