The Magazine of Poetry, 2 tomasCharles Wells Moulton, 1890 |
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... face , And then give back your borrowed grace . Rejoice with so much of yourself that in her lives , Which she with loving joy to others freely gives . O Music , Born upon celestial lyres , And thrilling ' mid angelic choirs , Come ...
... face , And then give back your borrowed grace . Rejoice with so much of yourself that in her lives , Which she with loving joy to others freely gives . O Music , Born upon celestial lyres , And thrilling ' mid angelic choirs , Come ...
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... face of storm severe , by day , by night , Serene and strong ' mid all adversity . O Good and Great ! the Mount is type of thee , Who lived and taught the Freedom that makes free . LINCOLN . IN ALL the Heaven one object holds my gaze ...
... face of storm severe , by day , by night , Serene and strong ' mid all adversity . O Good and Great ! the Mount is type of thee , Who lived and taught the Freedom that makes free . LINCOLN . IN ALL the Heaven one object holds my gaze ...
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... face , I heard him laugh aloud in pure delight , That underneath ' t was white . Then , through a broken pane , A woman's voice summoned him in again , With softened mother - tones , that half excused The unclean words she used . And as ...
... face , I heard him laugh aloud in pure delight , That underneath ' t was white . Then , through a broken pane , A woman's voice summoned him in again , With softened mother - tones , that half excused The unclean words she used . And as ...
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... face and loving eyes I trace the memories of long fled years . Ay ! thou art kind as thou art beautiful . And never joy , in its supremest hour , Gave aught of happiness as dear as thou ! For thou , the winsome shadow of my hope , The ...
... face and loving eyes I trace the memories of long fled years . Ay ! thou art kind as thou art beautiful . And never joy , in its supremest hour , Gave aught of happiness as dear as thou ! For thou , the winsome shadow of my hope , The ...
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... face most dear ; And write my mirth - a mocking palimpsest— On blotted scrolls of human pain and fear ; And never see the heartache underlined : Pity , O Son of David ! I am blind . I do not see the pain my light words give , The ...
... face most dear ; And write my mirth - a mocking palimpsest— On blotted scrolls of human pain and fear ; And never see the heartache underlined : Pity , O Son of David ! I am blind . I do not see the pain my light words give , The ...
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