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Colleen Dunn, Compiled by: Suzanne Saunders. God Gave Me a Voice God gave me a voice, To Him will I sing. I'll chant to the heavens, The joy that life brings. God whispers at morning, To let out a song, So I just keep singing The whole ...
Colleen Dunn, Compiled by: Suzanne Saunders. God Gave Me a Voice God gave me a voice, To Him will I sing. I'll chant to the heavens, The joy that life brings. God whispers at morning, To let out a song, So I just keep singing The whole ...
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... GAVE US THE BIBLE All Scripture stories , quotations , and paraphrases are taken from the Holy Bible , New International Version , NIV " . Copyright © 1973 , 1978 , 1984 , 2011 by Biblica Inc. " Used by permission . All rights reserved ...
... GAVE US THE BIBLE All Scripture stories , quotations , and paraphrases are taken from the Holy Bible , New International Version , NIV " . Copyright © 1973 , 1978 , 1984 , 2011 by Biblica Inc. " Used by permission . All rights reserved ...
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... gave him a blank stare before responding, “Well talking right now doesn't seem like the smartest idea when I'm on my way to work.” “Okay,” Javon agreed. “When you come back.” “Alright,” she said with an exhale. “But we really do need to ...
... gave him a blank stare before responding, “Well talking right now doesn't seem like the smartest idea when I'm on my way to work.” “Okay,” Javon agreed. “When you come back.” “Alright,” she said with an exhale. “But we really do need to ...
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... 3519-5 Illustrations by Becky Kelly Design by Stephanie R. Farley Edited by Jean Lowe Production by Elizabeth Nuelle For my mother . -P.R. My Mother Gave Me the My Mother Gave Me the Moon illustrations copyright © 2003 ...
... 3519-5 Illustrations by Becky Kelly Design by Stephanie R. Farley Edited by Jean Lowe Production by Elizabeth Nuelle For my mother . -P.R. My Mother Gave Me the My Mother Gave Me the Moon illustrations copyright © 2003 ...
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... gave me shelter A kindled fireplace , a warm heart When I had sought a bit of comfort A place in which my memories to park He gave me shelter When I had lost hope Losing sight of tomorrow And allowing my head to mope He gave me shelter ...
... gave me shelter A kindled fireplace , a warm heart When I had sought a bit of comfort A place in which my memories to park He gave me shelter When I had lost hope Losing sight of tomorrow And allowing my head to mope He gave me shelter ...
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252 psl. - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
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215 psl. - BY the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead ; — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; — Under the one, the Blue ; Under the other, the Gray.
253 psl. - Leave me ! There's something come into my thought, That must and shall be sung high and aloof \ Safe from the wolf's black jaw, and the dull ass's hoof.
30 psl. - ... clime, And spreads the honey of his deep research At his return — a rich repast for me. He travels, and I too. I tread his deck, Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes Discover countries, with a kindred heart Suffer his woes, and share in his escapes ; While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
109 psl. - Shakespeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other.
216 psl. - Sadly, but not with upbraiding, The generous deed was done, In the storm of the years that are fading, No braver battle was won . Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue, Under the garlands, the Gray.
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159 psl. - Westward the course of empire takes its way, The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day : Time's noblest offspring is the last.