Light on the HillsCharles Carroll Albertson J. B. Lippincott Company, 1904 - 243 páginas |
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... come this day , Should ask us , " What is life ? " not one of us could say . Life is a mystery as deep as ever death ... comes not with knowledge or intent ; So those who enter death must go as little chil- dren sent . THE TWO MYSTERIES ...
... come this day , Should ask us , " What is life ? " not one of us could say . Life is a mystery as deep as ever death ... comes not with knowledge or intent ; So those who enter death must go as little chil- dren sent . THE TWO MYSTERIES ...
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... for the dreams of sleep , the voice of prayer- But all for Thee , thou mightiest of the earth . The banquet hath its hour , Its feverish hour of mirth , and song , and wine ; " LEAVES HAVE THEIR TIME TO FALL " There comes 22.
... for the dreams of sleep , the voice of prayer- But all for Thee , thou mightiest of the earth . The banquet hath its hour , Its feverish hour of mirth , and song , and wine ; " LEAVES HAVE THEIR TIME TO FALL " There comes 22.
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Charles Carroll Albertson. " LEAVES HAVE THEIR TIME TO FALL " There comes a day for grief's o'erwhelming power , A time for softer tears - but all are thine . Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay , And ...
Charles Carroll Albertson. " LEAVES HAVE THEIR TIME TO FALL " There comes a day for grief's o'erwhelming power , A time for softer tears - but all are thine . Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay , And ...
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... Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie ? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale ? They have one season — all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam , Thou art where music melts upon the air ; Thou art around us in our ...
... Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie ? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale ? They have one season — all are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam , Thou art where music melts upon the air ; Thou art around us in our ...
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... should run , And joyous of our conquest early won ; While the malicious world with envious tears Should grudge our happy end and wish it theirs . Geoffrey Chaucer . ONE SWEETLY SOLEMN THOUGHT ONE Sweetly solemn thought Comes to 26.
... should run , And joyous of our conquest early won ; While the malicious world with envious tears Should grudge our happy end and wish it theirs . Geoffrey Chaucer . ONE SWEETLY SOLEMN THOUGHT ONE Sweetly solemn thought Comes to 26.
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Términos y frases comunes
Alfred Tennyson angel beauty beloved sleep blessed BLEST THE RIGHTEOUS bliss breast breath bright calm Christ crown dark dead Dean Stanley dear death dream dust dying earth Edward Rowland Sill Elizabeth Barrett Browning ends the sighing ends the song eternal eyes farewell flowers forever Frances Anne Kemble friends give unto Thy giveth his beloved glad glad song gloom glory God's golden Good-night grave hand Harbor at last hath heart heaven hills holy hope Horatius Bonar Isaac Watts Jesus know thou hast land Leave life's light living unto thee Lord morning mortal night pain Paradise peace Robert Southey shore silent skies smile sorrow soul spirit stars strife sweet tears tears of thoughtful there's a Home thine Thou art thou hast gone thought Thy gracious keeping Thy servant rest Thy servant sleeping toil voice wake weary weep William Cullen Bryant wonder
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Página 239 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 238 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Página 15 - Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go: For the journey is done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last!
Página 23 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, 0 Death ! ANSWER TO "THE HOUR OF DEATH.
Página 36 - Sleep soft, beloved !" we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep. But never doleful dream again. Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Página 35 - OF all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this — " He giveth his beloved sleep...
Página 99 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, ' Sister Spirit, come away ! ' What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be Death...
Página 16 - I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness, and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute 's at end, And the elements...
Página 99 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Página 230 - Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete; That not a worm is cloven in vain; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain.