The Symposium: A Monthly Literary Magazine. V. 1, No. 1-3; Oct.-Dec. 1896J. W. Cable, 1896 - 136 psl. |
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... Christmas serv- ices centers around the children . Their own love feast occurs at this season , and is attended by every child in the congregation , including the youngest infants . During the service the lights tions and preventives ...
... Christmas serv- ices centers around the children . Their own love feast occurs at this season , and is attended by every child in the congregation , including the youngest infants . During the service the lights tions and preventives ...
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... Christmas the children are grouped upstairs , in the church , boys and girls in op- posite galleries , the choir at the rear , and the three choruses sing , antipho- nally , the an- them of the " Morning Star , " while an artificial ...
... Christmas the children are grouped upstairs , in the church , boys and girls in op- posite galleries , the choir at the rear , and the three choruses sing , antipho- nally , the an- them of the " Morning Star , " while an artificial ...
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... CHRISTMAS . A Poem , IN THE LAND OF LORNA DOONE , With four illustrations from photographs by the author.- A Look up Doone Valley ( p . 89 ) -The Old Bridge at the Entrance to Doone Valley ( p . 91 ) -The Valley of the Lyn ( p . 92 ) ...
... CHRISTMAS . A Poem , IN THE LAND OF LORNA DOONE , With four illustrations from photographs by the author.- A Look up Doone Valley ( p . 89 ) -The Old Bridge at the Entrance to Doone Valley ( p . 91 ) -The Valley of the Lyn ( p . 92 ) ...
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... CHRISTMAS . THERE journeys yearly through the land An old man , hale and jolly , And in his firm and hearty hand He bears a sprig of holly . His eyes are bright with love and mirth , His lips are red with laughter ; And as he goes ...
... CHRISTMAS . THERE journeys yearly through the land An old man , hale and jolly , And in his firm and hearty hand He bears a sprig of holly . His eyes are bright with love and mirth , His lips are red with laughter ; And as he goes ...
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... Christmas ! What rare saint , Enshrined and kept with rigor , From incense - odors pale and faint , Can match thy healthful vigor ? Let scepters fall , if Time but spare Thy hand and all it blesses ! Let halos fade , so thou still wear ...
... Christmas ! What rare saint , Enshrined and kept with rigor , From incense - odors pale and faint , Can match thy healthful vigor ? Let scepters fall , if Time but spare Thy hand and all it blesses ! Let halos fade , so thou still wear ...
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