Light on the HillsCharles Carroll Albertson J. B. Lippincott Company, 1904 - 243 páginas |
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... weary dust's infirmity , That I in brighter light may learn The larger truth I may discern , The larger love for which I yearn . I wait , Till from my veiled brow shall fall This baffling cloud , this wearying thrall , Which holds me ...
... weary dust's infirmity , That I in brighter light may learn The larger truth I may discern , The larger love for which I yearn . I wait , Till from my veiled brow shall fall This baffling cloud , this wearying thrall , Which holds me ...
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... us lonely , Or there , by some celestial stream as pure , To gaze in eyes that were love - lit only , - weary mortal coil , were we quite sure , Who would endure ? This Edmund C. Stedman . THE SLEEP " He giveth his beloved sleep . ” 34.
... us lonely , Or there , by some celestial stream as pure , To gaze in eyes that were love - lit only , - weary mortal coil , were we quite sure , Who would endure ? This Edmund C. Stedman . THE SLEEP " He giveth his beloved sleep . ” 34.
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... weary road , And , ' mid the brotherhood on high , To be at home with God . It is not death to close The eye long dimmed by tears , And wake , in glorious repose , To spend eternal years . It is not death to bear The wrench that sets us ...
... weary road , And , ' mid the brotherhood on high , To be at home with God . It is not death to close The eye long dimmed by tears , And wake , in glorious repose , To spend eternal years . It is not death to bear The wrench that sets us ...
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... in the cell so deep , Where I , my weary eyelids closing , At length shall lay me down to rest , Heedless of clods above my breast . 66 YES , I SHALL SLEEP " Asleep ! how 61 Though Earth has still many a Beautiful Spot.
... in the cell so deep , Where I , my weary eyelids closing , At length shall lay me down to rest , Heedless of clods above my breast . 66 YES , I SHALL SLEEP " Asleep ! how 61 Though Earth has still many a Beautiful Spot.
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... weary morrow ! I shall not note or night or dawn , But still , with folded hands , sleep on . Sleep on , though just above my head Scowl sin and misery's haggard faces- For the dull slumber of the dead All sense of human woe erases ...
... weary morrow ! I shall not note or night or dawn , But still , with folded hands , sleep on . Sleep on , though just above my head Scowl sin and misery's haggard faces- For the dull slumber of the dead All sense of human woe erases ...
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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.