A Little Book of Life and DeathMethuen, 1905 - 287 psl. |
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
beloved better blessed bring calm child Christ CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Church COVENTRY PATMORE dark dear delight desire divine door DORA GREENWELL doth dwell EARL OF MANCHESTER earth eternal eyes face faith Father fear feel friends G. F. WATTS GEORGE MACDONALD give glory God's grace happy hath hear heart Heaven HENRY MONTAGUE Hold Thou holy hope hour immortality ISAAC PENINGTON JEREMY TAYLOR Jesus JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER life's light live Lord MARCUS AURELIUS ANTONINUS mind morning never night o'er pain peace perfect pray prayer rejoice religion rest RICHARD WATSON DIXON saints saith shadow shine sing Sister Death sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stand sweet T. E. BROWN tears thee Theologia Germanica Thine things Thou art Thou hast Thou my hands thou wilt thought thyself true truth unto W. B. YEATS WILLIAM PENN wise words
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101 psl. - IF I have faltered more or less In my great task of happiness; If I have moved among my race And shown no glorious morning face; If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain: — Lord, Thy most pointed pleasure take And stab my spirit broad awake...