Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 psl. |
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... Singing at Midnight , by Henry W. Longfellow , • POEMS BY HANNAH F. GOULD . 109 The Scottish Reformers , by John G. Whittier , 110 The Slave's Dream , by Henry W. Longfellow , 110 Missionary Hymn for the South , 110 The Fountain , by ...
... Singing at Midnight , by Henry W. Longfellow , • POEMS BY HANNAH F. GOULD . 109 The Scottish Reformers , by John G. Whittier , 110 The Slave's Dream , by Henry W. Longfellow , 110 Missionary Hymn for the South , 110 The Fountain , by ...
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... sing the Rubicon with the apostolic legions , and making the Romans freemen of the Lord , should have been the forerunner of Paul , and done half his work . Charlemange should have been a Luther.- Charles of Sweeden should have been a ...
... sing the Rubicon with the apostolic legions , and making the Romans freemen of the Lord , should have been the forerunner of Paul , and done half his work . Charlemange should have been a Luther.- Charles of Sweeden should have been a ...
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... sings by God's bright throne , - Then wherefore do we weep ? The cheek's pale tinge , the lid's dark fringe , That lies like a shadow there , Were beautiful in the eyes of all , - And her glossy golden hair ! But though that lid may ...
... sings by God's bright throne , - Then wherefore do we weep ? The cheek's pale tinge , the lid's dark fringe , That lies like a shadow there , Were beautiful in the eyes of all , - And her glossy golden hair ! But though that lid may ...
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... sing to thee ! irritable or to please a capricious prince , than | And on its wings sweet odours bring to thee ! Wilkes , to assauge the anger or gain the favor by humoring the prejudices of the mob ? Falshood , truly intrigue ...
... sing to thee ! irritable or to please a capricious prince , than | And on its wings sweet odours bring to thee ! Wilkes , to assauge the anger or gain the favor by humoring the prejudices of the mob ? Falshood , truly intrigue ...
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... sing- and sullenly sat down among the rest . " Why , " ing to herself a psalm in the solitary moor - when quoth Allan Sleigh - I wager you a week's pay , in a moment a party of soldiers were upon a mount you don't venture fifty yards ...
... sing- and sullenly sat down among the rest . " Why , " ing to herself a psalm in the solitary moor - when quoth Allan Sleigh - I wager you a week's pay , in a moment a party of soldiers were upon a mount you don't venture fifty yards ...
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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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