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... pray ; " Thy kingdom come , " God's hosts resound , Far up the starry way ! " Thy will be done , " with little tongue That lisping love implores ; " Thy will be done , " the angelic throng Sing from seraphic shores ! " For ever ...
... pray ; " Thy kingdom come , " God's hosts resound , Far up the starry way ! " Thy will be done , " with little tongue That lisping love implores ; " Thy will be done , " the angelic throng Sing from seraphic shores ! " For ever ...
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... prayer ; " For ever , " floats in music sweet High ' midst the angels there ! Thine be the glory evermore ; From Thee may man ne'er sever , But every Christian land adore Jehovah God ! -- for ever ! C. SWAIN . HYMN OF THE HEBREW MAID ...
... prayer ; " For ever , " floats in music sweet High ' midst the angels there ! Thine be the glory evermore ; From Thee may man ne'er sever , But every Christian land adore Jehovah God ! -- for ever ! C. SWAIN . HYMN OF THE HEBREW MAID ...
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... prayed to God for a drop of rain And a gale to waft them on . And then that little cloud was sent , That shower in mercy given ! And as a bird before the breeze , Their bark was landward driven . And some few mornings after , When the ...
... prayed to God for a drop of rain And a gale to waft them on . And then that little cloud was sent , That shower in mercy given ! And as a bird before the breeze , Their bark was landward driven . And some few mornings after , When the ...
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... forge and field their arms they wield , By bench and anvil toiling ; In serried strength , our country's shield , They keep her flag from soiling . I. F. SHEPARD . WHAT IS PRAYER ? PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire 188 ENGLISH POETRY .
... forge and field their arms they wield , By bench and anvil toiling ; In serried strength , our country's shield , They keep her flag from soiling . I. F. SHEPARD . WHAT IS PRAYER ? PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire 188 ENGLISH POETRY .
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English poetry. WHAT IS PRAYER ? PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire , Uttered or unexpressed ; The motion of a hidden fire ... pray ! MONTGOMERY . PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS . ' Twas midnight dark , The ENGLISH POETRY . 189 WHAT IS PRAYER? ...
English poetry. WHAT IS PRAYER ? PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire , Uttered or unexpressed ; The motion of a hidden fire ... pray ! MONTGOMERY . PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS . ' Twas midnight dark , The ENGLISH POETRY . 189 WHAT IS PRAYER? ...
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Argentine art thou bells beneath bless bless'd blood blow brave breast breath bright brow cheek chestnut horse child cloud cold cried crown dark dead death deep doth dread dream earth faint fair father fear flag of England gallant galloped gaze gleam Glenara gold grave grief guilders hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre king King of kings Lady Clare laugh light Lochinvar looked Lord William loud mighty morning mother mourn ne'er Netherby never night o'er ocean pale pray prayer rest roar rock Rosabelle round sail Saxon shore sigh silence SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile soul sound spear stars stood storm stream sweet sword Talitha Cumi tears tell thee thine throne Tis green tree Twas village maid voice wave weary weep wept Weser wild wind
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Página 280 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Página 344 - It must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful, thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes...
Página 301 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Página 315 - And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 300 - Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Página 299 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams ; From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Página 274 - Eske river where ford there was none ; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Página 330 - King is come to marshal us, in all his armor drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout,
Página 281 - Oh, from out the sounding cells What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Página 289 - for Aix is in sight! "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets