The Sunday Book of PoetrySever, Francis, 1869 - 335 páginas |
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... wilds I stray , Thy bounty shall my pains beguile ; The barren wilderness shall smile , With sudden greens , and herbage crowned , And streams shall murmur all around . F. Addison VI HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER H EAR me , The Sunday Book of ...
... wilds I stray , Thy bounty shall my pains beguile ; The barren wilderness shall smile , With sudden greens , and herbage crowned , And streams shall murmur all around . F. Addison VI HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER H EAR me , The Sunday Book of ...
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... he may read that binds the sheaf , Or builds the house , or digs the grave , And those wild eyes that watch the wave In roarings round the coral reef . A. Tennyson LV THE SECOND DAY OF CREATION HIS world I deem The Sunday Book of Poetry 67.
... he may read that binds the sheaf , Or builds the house , or digs the grave , And those wild eyes that watch the wave In roarings round the coral reef . A. Tennyson LV THE SECOND DAY OF CREATION HIS world I deem The Sunday Book of Poetry 67.
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... wild and wayward will . From side to side is wearily Changing and tossing still ; But swayed by Thee , ' t is like the river That down its green banks flows for ever , And calm and constant tells to all The blessedness of such sweet ...
... wild and wayward will . From side to side is wearily Changing and tossing still ; But swayed by Thee , ' t is like the river That down its green banks flows for ever , And calm and constant tells to all The blessedness of such sweet ...
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... What Nature can bestow . It is not that the wild gazelle Comes down to drink thy tide ; But He that was pierced to save from hell Oft wandered by thy side . It is not that the fig - tree grows , 92 The Sunday Book of Poetry.
... What Nature can bestow . It is not that the wild gazelle Comes down to drink thy tide ; But He that was pierced to save from hell Oft wandered by thy side . It is not that the fig - tree grows , 92 The Sunday Book of Poetry.
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... wild Arab pitches there , The wild reeds shade thy brow . Tell me , ye mouldering fragments , tell , Was the Saviour's city here ? Lifted to heaven , has it sunk to hell , With none to shed a tear ? Ah ! would my flock from thee might ...
... wild Arab pitches there , The wild reeds shade thy brow . Tell me , ye mouldering fragments , tell , Was the Saviour's city here ? Lifted to heaven , has it sunk to hell , With none to shed a tear ? Ah ! would my flock from thee might ...
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