Neddy Bruce, with poems English and Scotch |
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I shall sing more sweetly there . ... I shall sing there to - day . ... By sin and sorrow driv'n ; When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals , Where storms arise , and ocean rolls , And all is drear but heaven ! you , mum .
I shall sing more sweetly there . ... I shall sing there to - day . ... By sin and sorrow driv'n ; When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals , Where storms arise , and ocean rolls , And all is drear but heaven ! you , mum .
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appear beaming beauty blessed bread brief bright brow busy coming dark dear death Denison divine dream drink earth earthly face fair faith father fear flowers frae friends gentle glory gone grace grave Hall hand happy Hardcastle hath hear heard heart heaven holy hope hour human Jesus kind land late learning leave light LINES living look Lydia Mary meet mind Miss morning mother Neddy never o'er once onward papa passing peace precious pure remember replied rest round seems seen sent sing sleep smile soon soul Spearwinkle spring Sunday Susan sweet teacher tears tell thee things thou thought true trust truth wealth weary Willie winds wish yonder young youth
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Página 41 - There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given ; There rays divine...
Página 41 - Tis found above — in heaven. There is a soft, a downy bed, 'Tis fair as breath of even ; A couch for weary mortals spread, Where they may rest the aching head, And find repose...
Página 28 - God is a Spirit, infinite, eternal, and unchangeable, in his being, wisdom, power, holiness, justice, goodness, and truth.
Página 17 - I stand at the door and knock : if any man hear my voice, and opeu the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me ;
Página 20 - ... been washed and made white in the blood of the Lamb.
Página 106 - Ah ! sad is thy state, And dark is thy path ; Yet it is not too late To flee from God's wrath. Though by thy own story, Thou ow'st not the world, For forgetting His glory, His fury is hurl'd. Make haste to the Cross, Tis better than gold ; Who fails it his loss Can never be told.
Página 105 - MERCHANT. I. SURROUNDED with fears, In darkness I seem; Fast falling, my tears Out-gush like a stream. My conscience is stinging, And will not be still ; For to self I am clinging, With all my self-will. What, then, must I do ? I cannot...
Página 38 - Father, which hath sent me, draw him. Him that cometh unto me I will in no wise cast out.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Neddy Bruce, with poems English and Scotch |
| Autor | Adam Smeal |
| Publicado | 1881 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 26 Jul. 2006 |
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