Echoes of many voices from many lands, by A.F.1865 |
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Echoes A F. Number XCIX . Pray . C. Dew . CI . Far better CII . Lines by Bishop Vidal . CIII . Lost opportunities CIV . 1 Timothy vi . 12 . CV . This is a hard saying CVI . Psalm lxii , 5 . CVII . For the Church Militant CVIII . The ...
Echoes A F. Number XCIX . Pray . C. Dew . CI . Far better CII . Lines by Bishop Vidal . CIII . Lost opportunities CIV . 1 Timothy vi . 12 . CV . This is a hard saying CVI . Psalm lxii , 5 . CVII . For the Church Militant CVIII . The ...
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... better man , but he will under- stand them better . If men knew themselves they could not be intolerant to others . It is scarcely necessary to say much about the advantage of a man knowing himself for himself . To get at the truth of ...
... better man , but he will under- stand them better . If men knew themselves they could not be intolerant to others . It is scarcely necessary to say much about the advantage of a man knowing himself for himself . To get at the truth of ...
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... Better than star or moon , Brighter than day's bright noon , Oh ! let Thy joyous ray Turn all my night to day . When Thou art absent , even my joy is sad , When Thou art with me , even my grief is glad ; Let not Thy silence now sorrow ...
... Better than star or moon , Brighter than day's bright noon , Oh ! let Thy joyous ray Turn all my night to day . When Thou art absent , even my joy is sad , When Thou art with me , even my grief is glad ; Let not Thy silence now sorrow ...
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... BETTER trust all , and be deceived , And mourn that trust and that deceiving , Than doubt one heart , which , if believed , Would bless a life with such believing . FIRST LIEUTENANT'S STORY . XXXVIII . THERE'S not a heath , however rude ...
... BETTER trust all , and be deceived , And mourn that trust and that deceiving , Than doubt one heart , which , if believed , Would bless a life with such believing . FIRST LIEUTENANT'S STORY . XXXVIII . THERE'S not a heath , however rude ...
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... better birth ; Be it our aim to meet on that blest shore , Where birthdays , meetings , partings are no more . SIR E. PARRY . XLVII . AGAIN , for empty fears , the harassing of possible calamity , Pray , and thou shalt prosper , trust ...
... better birth ; Be it our aim to meet on that blest shore , Where birthdays , meetings , partings are no more . SIR E. PARRY . XLVII . AGAIN , for empty fears , the harassing of possible calamity , Pray , and thou shalt prosper , trust ...
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Archbishop of Dublin beloved sleep beneath BLAISE PASCAL blessed blessed band blest bliss breast bright brother brow calm cheer child Christ compagno cross dark Dean of Canterbury dear death deep doth dreams dreary dwell earth earthly earthly joy eternal eyes fade faith Father fear feel flowers frae garden of Gethsemane giveth His beloved glorious gone grace grief hand happy hath heaven heavenly hero's heart holy hope hour Jesus Jesus of Nazareth life's light live lonely look Lord Lyre MADAME GUYON mother night o'er o'er thy pain passed peace pray Saviour shine sighs smile soothes sorrow soul spirit stars sunny height sweet T. W. ROBERTSON tears tell tender thee Thine things Thou art thou canst Thou hast thoughts thy love thy prayer thy rest to-morrow trust truth unto voice watch way-marks weary weep wither words youth
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Page 92 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 155 - And Moses said unto the people, Fear ye not, stand still, and see the salvation of the Lord, which He will show to you to-day : for the Egyptians whom ye have seen to-day, ye shall see them again no more for ever. The Lord shall fight for you, and ye shall hold your peace.
Page 190 - And a feeling of sadness conies o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 191 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labor. And nights devoid of ease. Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Page 129 - What would we give to our beloved? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown, to light the brows ?He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Page 23 - FROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat : 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 2. There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads, — A place than all besides more sweet : It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
Page v - Au. are not taken ! there are left behind Living Beloveds, tender looks to bring. And make the daylight still a happy thing, And tender voices, to make soft the wind. But if it were not so — if I could find No love in all the world for comforting. Nor any path but hollowly did ring, Where
Page 177 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Page 65 - And who was changed, and who was dead ; And all that fills the hearts of friends, When first they feel, with secret pain, their lives thenceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again ; The first slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to express, And leave it still unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which we spake Had something strange, I could but mark ; The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
Page 69 - THEY tell us of an Indian tree, Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its boughs to wander free, And shoot, and blossom, wide and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downward again to that dear earth, From which the life, that fills and warms Its grateful being, first had birth. 'Tis thus, though woo'd by flattering friends, And fed with fame (if fame it be) This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee ! LOVE AND HYMEN.