Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 psl. |
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... fear and pain , Ye shall be loved again ! No one is so accursed by fate , No one so utterly desolate , But some heart , though unknown , Responds unto his own . - Responds , as if with unseen wings An angel touched its quivering strings ...
... fear and pain , Ye shall be loved again ! No one is so accursed by fate , No one so utterly desolate , But some heart , though unknown , Responds unto his own . - Responds , as if with unseen wings An angel touched its quivering strings ...
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... fear was to neglect His will , -men who could bear the taunt calmly , who could joy in the tortures of the Inquisition , who could give up home , and parents , and children , and wife for Truth's sake . These men reasoned and exhorted ...
... fear was to neglect His will , -men who could bear the taunt calmly , who could joy in the tortures of the Inquisition , who could give up home , and parents , and children , and wife for Truth's sake . These men reasoned and exhorted ...
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... fear , and with a manly heart . ' It seemed to him , as if the unknown tenant of that grave had opened his lips of dust , and spoken to him the words of consolation , which his soul needed , and which no friend had yet spoken . In a ...
... fear , and with a manly heart . ' It seemed to him , as if the unknown tenant of that grave had opened his lips of dust , and spoken to him the words of consolation , which his soul needed , and which no friend had yet spoken . In a ...
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... fear ! away ! My soul is free ; and loves the day , The day who veils her blushes bright , And wails in tears the gloomy night ; So bleeds my breast by sorrow torn , When'ere degenerate manhood's form Bows slave - like to a tyrant's ...
... fear ! away ! My soul is free ; and loves the day , The day who veils her blushes bright , And wails in tears the gloomy night ; So bleeds my breast by sorrow torn , When'ere degenerate manhood's form Bows slave - like to a tyrant's ...
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... fear , Die full of hope and manly trust , Like those who fell in battle here . Another hand thy sword shall wield , Another hand the standard wave , Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealed The blast of triumph o'er thy grave ! A THE ...
... fear , Die full of hope and manly trust , Like those who fell in battle here . Another hand thy sword shall wield , Another hand the standard wave , Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealed The blast of triumph o'er thy grave ! A THE ...
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angels beautiful beneath birds blessing blood bosom breast breath brother brow calm child clouds cold dark death deep divine doth dream earth evil eyes face faith father fear feel flowers freedom friends gentle give grace grave hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY W holy hope hour human JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN G land light lips live look LYDIA MARIA CHILD MARY HOWITT mind mother N. P. WILLIS nature neath never night o'er peace poor prayer prison racter round Rübezahl seemed silent sing slave slavery sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars strong sunshine sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought toil true truth UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA unto Vanity Fair voice weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words young
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