Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady |
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... Missionare's Fome Faith and Bone 6 90 92 DoniumATINA ContaTmani . Prayer for Contentmani The Night - blowing , Careus , The Fest Home 40 Pegyer to Dic England 30 Nations . Anthem . Change of Seasons Early Piety 1 Love Never Faileth 2.
... Missionare's Fome Faith and Bone 6 90 92 DoniumATINA ContaTmani . Prayer for Contentmani The Night - blowing , Careus , The Fest Home 40 Pegyer to Dic England 30 Nations . Anthem . Change of Seasons Early Piety 1 Love Never Faileth 2.
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... night ? Who loves not autumn's joyous round , When corn , and wine , and oil abound ? Yet who would choose , however gay , of unrenew'd decay ? A year Who loves not winter's awful form , The sphere - born music of the storm ? Yet who ...
... night ? Who loves not autumn's joyous round , When corn , and wine , and oil abound ? Yet who would choose , however gay , of unrenew'd decay ? A year Who loves not winter's awful form , The sphere - born music of the storm ? Yet who ...
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... Home 46 Faith and Hope Contentment Prayer for Contentment The Night - blowing Cereus . 50 National Anthem 47 The Harvest Home 88888 86 86 89 90 49 Prayer for Old England 91 92 Back Piety Heaven of the Bottar Land PAOF Love Never Faileth.
... Home 46 Faith and Hope Contentment Prayer for Contentment The Night - blowing Cereus . 50 National Anthem 47 The Harvest Home 88888 86 86 89 90 49 Prayer for Old England 91 92 Back Piety Heaven of the Bottar Land PAOF Love Never Faileth.
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... night ? Who loves not autumn's joyous round , When corn , and wine , and oil abound ? Yet who would choose , however gay , A year of unrenew'd decay ? Who loves not winter's awful form , The sphere - born music of the storm ? Yet who ...
... night ? Who loves not autumn's joyous round , When corn , and wine , and oil abound ? Yet who would choose , however gay , A year of unrenew'd decay ? Who loves not winter's awful form , The sphere - born music of the storm ? Yet who ...
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... night , What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told , Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The cottage homes of England ! By ...
... night , What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told , Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The cottage homes of England ! By ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
angel Art Thou ask'd beauty behold beneath beneath the sky BERNARD BARTON bless blest bliss bloom breath breeze bright celestial child dead dear death deep delight DESCRIPTIVE POETRY dust to dust dwell Earth to earth earthly eternal fair Father Father's Name flood flowers glorious glory grace grave green happiest happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy homes of England hour humble Israel Jesus Learn to labour life's light live Lord loves me best MILLENNIAL SABBATH mountains moving heart night night into morning o'er pass'd path peace perfect bliss praise pray prayer reign rest rise round sabbath bell sacred Saviour's shine shore sleep smile song soul Speak gently spirit star by star storm stormy tempests blow strange hills sweet tear tell thee thine Thou art thought throne Thy neighbour toil tomb trees Twas voice
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 73 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Seite 33 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white, then melts forever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Seite 34 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Seite 37 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Seite 43 - They sin who tell us love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell; Earthly these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth. But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.