ECHOES FROM THE HEART1876 |
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Pagina 2
... human heart Told by an angel's tongue . Words ! what are words ? a single word Hath spells to call the tears , That long have lain a sealèd fount Unclosed through mournful years , Back from the unseen sepulchre . A word hath summoned ...
... human heart Told by an angel's tongue . Words ! what are words ? a single word Hath spells to call the tears , That long have lain a sealèd fount Unclosed through mournful years , Back from the unseen sepulchre . A word hath summoned ...
Pagina 11
... human lip or heart In carelessness should fling the dart , Which for a moment's space may rest , Or rankle in another's breast . MISS ACTON . LET US GATHER UP THE SUNBEAMS . LET us gather up the sunbeams , Lying all around our path ...
... human lip or heart In carelessness should fling the dart , Which for a moment's space may rest , Or rankle in another's breast . MISS ACTON . LET US GATHER UP THE SUNBEAMS . LET us gather up the sunbeams , Lying all around our path ...
Pagina 24
... human friends must prove , That I may turn and quench my burning thirst At His own fount of ever - living love . " Himself hath done it . " - Then I fain would say , " Thy will in all things evermore be done ; " E'en though that will ...
... human friends must prove , That I may turn and quench my burning thirst At His own fount of ever - living love . " Himself hath done it . " - Then I fain would say , " Thy will in all things evermore be done ; " E'en though that will ...
Pagina 29
... human harvests grow ! LONGFELLOW . IT IS WELL . BELOVED , it is well ; God's ways are always right ; And love is o'er them all , Though far above our sight . Beloved , it is well ; Though deep and sore the smart , He wounds , who knows ...
... human harvests grow ! LONGFELLOW . IT IS WELL . BELOVED , it is well ; God's ways are always right ; And love is o'er them all , Though far above our sight . Beloved , it is well ; Though deep and sore the smart , He wounds , who knows ...
Pagina 36
... in despair look up ! Still look up , for One there liveth With the will and power to save ; One who knows each human sorrow , From the cradle to the grave . THE BATTLE OF SADOWA . July 3 , 1866 . 36 ECHOES FROM THE HEART . Affliction.
... in despair look up ! Still look up , for One there liveth With the will and power to save ; One who knows each human sorrow , From the cradle to the grave . THE BATTLE OF SADOWA . July 3 , 1866 . 36 ECHOES FROM THE HEART . Affliction.
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arms bear beauty beneath bitter bless break breath bright calm child clouds coming cross crown dark dear death deep dreams dwell earth earthly face faith fall Father fear feet flow flowers friends gaze give glorious glory grace grave grief hand hath head hear heard heart heaven heavenly hills holy hope hour human Jesus keep land lead leave life's light live lonely look Lord meet morning never night o'er once pain pass past path peace praise pray prayer rest rise round Saviour shadow shine sigh silent sing sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound speak spirit stand star strength strife sweet teach tears tell thee there's Thine things thou thought true trust turn unto voice wait watch waves weary weep
Populaire passages
Pagina 185 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Pagina 35 - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Pagina 63 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Pagina 60 - Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.
Pagina 35 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.
Pagina 231 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, • Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; — So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore " Where tempests never beat
Pagina 231 - Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed ; All this, and, more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks That humour interposed too often makes...
Pagina 33 - In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Pagina 231 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learnt at last submission to my lot; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.
Pagina 186 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile...