Poems of the Inner Life: Selected Chiefly from Modern AuthorsSampson Low, Marston, Low, & Searle, 1866 - 288 psl. |
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... lead my steps aright . BRYANT . ΑΝ EVENING VOLUNTARY . Composed upon an evening of extraordinary splendour and beauty . I. HAD this effulgence disappeared With flying haste , I might have sent , Among the speechless clouds , a look Of ...
... lead my steps aright . BRYANT . ΑΝ EVENING VOLUNTARY . Composed upon an evening of extraordinary splendour and beauty . I. HAD this effulgence disappeared With flying haste , I might have sent , Among the speechless clouds , a look Of ...
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... lead to Thee . SUSAN L. MILES . WITH HIS STRIPES WE ARE HEALE D. A VOICE upon the midnight air , Where Kedron's moonlit waters stray , Weeps forth , in agony of prayer , " O Father ! take this cup away ! " Ah ! thou who sorrowest unto ...
... lead to Thee . SUSAN L. MILES . WITH HIS STRIPES WE ARE HEALE D. A VOICE upon the midnight air , Where Kedron's moonlit waters stray , Weeps forth , in agony of prayer , " O Father ! take this cup away ! " Ah ! thou who sorrowest unto ...
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... lead the martyr - band , Who teach the brave how peril flies , When faith , unarmed , uplifts the hand . O King of earth ! the cross ascend : O'er climes and ages ' tis thy throne : Where'er thy fading eye may bend , The desert blooms ...
... lead the martyr - band , Who teach the brave how peril flies , When faith , unarmed , uplifts the hand . O King of earth ! the cross ascend : O'er climes and ages ' tis thy throne : Where'er thy fading eye may bend , The desert blooms ...
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... leads me , and the will of Heaven ; All is , if I have grace to use it so , As ever in my great task - master's eye . MILTON . ON HIS BLINDNESS . WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days , in this dark world and wide , And ...
... leads me , and the will of Heaven ; All is , if I have grace to use it so , As ever in my great task - master's eye . MILTON . ON HIS BLINDNESS . WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days , in this dark world and wide , And ...
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... repining restlessness : Let him be rich and weary , that at least If goodness lead him not , yet weariness May toss him to My breast . GEORGE HERBERT . FIVE SONNETS FROM " WITHIN AND WITHOUT . " I. I 2 115 THE PULLEY. ...
... repining restlessness : Let him be rich and weary , that at least If goodness lead him not , yet weariness May toss him to My breast . GEORGE HERBERT . FIVE SONNETS FROM " WITHIN AND WITHOUT . " I. I 2 115 THE PULLEY. ...
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A. H. CLOUGH angels beauty beloved beneath blessed blest breast breath bright brow BURBIDGE calm CHARLES TURNER child CHRISTINA ROSSETTI clouds COVENTRY PATMORE dark DAVID GRAY dear death deep divine doth dream E. B. BROWNING earth eternal eyes face fair faith fear feet FELICIA HEMANS flowers FREDERICK TENNYSON GEORGE MACDONALD glory God's golden grief hand happy hath hear heart Heaven heavenly holy hope hour J. H. NEWMAN JEAN INGELOW light live look Lord love thee MATTHEW ARNOLD morn nest night o'er peace pray prayer rest Ring ROBERT BROWNING round shadows shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stars strife sweet tears tender thine things Thou art Thou dost thou hast thought thro toil tree truth unto voice weary weep WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE wind wings WORDSWORTH
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