Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 psl. |
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... hour which is approaching fast , When triple light shall stream upon mine eyes , And Heaven itself be opened up at last , To him who dared foretell its mysteries . I have had visions in this drear eclipse Of outward consciousness , and ...
... hour which is approaching fast , When triple light shall stream upon mine eyes , And Heaven itself be opened up at last , To him who dared foretell its mysteries . I have had visions in this drear eclipse Of outward consciousness , and ...
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... hour , though she wept in secret for her child , yet . " She knew he was with Jesus , And she asked him not again . " After the sermon , Paul Flemming walked forth alone into the churchyard . There was no one there , save a little boy ...
... hour , though she wept in secret for her child , yet . " She knew he was with Jesus , And she asked him not again . " After the sermon , Paul Flemming walked forth alone into the churchyard . There was no one there , save a little boy ...
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... hour glass the Reaper , whose name is Death ! Men sometimes go down into tombs , with painful parted friends ; and as they gaze upon them , lying there so peacefully with the semblance that they wore on earth , the sweet breath of ...
... hour glass the Reaper , whose name is Death ! Men sometimes go down into tombs , with painful parted friends ; and as they gaze upon them , lying there so peacefully with the semblance that they wore on earth , the sweet breath of ...
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... hours , and with a cool refinement of cruelty , was hoisted be- fore the window of the condemned ; the hangman was ... hour alone to prepare his mind for departure ; and at the end of that brief interval , he was found with a dagger ...
... hours , and with a cool refinement of cruelty , was hoisted be- fore the window of the condemned ; the hangman was ... hour alone to prepare his mind for departure ; and at the end of that brief interval , he was found with a dagger ...
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... hours more to live . ' Would you feel so , if he were your son ? ' said I. Her counte- nance changed instantly . She ... hour . I went with a friend to look one inside . ' He said perhaps it was so ; and went at the beautiful spectacle ...
... hours more to live . ' Would you feel so , if he were your son ? ' said I. Her counte- nance changed instantly . She ... hour . I went with a friend to look one inside . ' He said perhaps it was so ; and went at the beautiful spectacle ...
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angels beautiful beneath birds blessing blood bosom breast breath brother brow calm capital punishment child clouds cold dark death deep divine doth dream earth evil eyes face faith father fear feel flowers freedom friends gentle give grace grave green hand Hannah Lee happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven 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 unto Vanity Fair voice weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words young
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