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... rest on the bosom which loves me so . So I go on not knowing . I would not if I might ; I would rather walk on in the dark with God , than go alone in the light ; I would rather walk with Him by faith than walk alone by sight . My heart ...
... rest on the bosom which loves me so . So I go on not knowing . I would not if I might ; I would rather walk on in the dark with God , than go alone in the light ; I would rather walk with Him by faith than walk alone by sight . My heart ...
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... rest , And God himself , inactive , were no longer blest . Some high or humble enterprise of good Contemplate till it shall possess thy mind , Become thy study , pastime , rest , and food , And kindle in thy heart a flame refined . Pray ...
... rest , And God himself , inactive , were no longer blest . Some high or humble enterprise of good Contemplate till it shall possess thy mind , Become thy study , pastime , rest , and food , And kindle in thy heart a flame refined . Pray ...
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... rest our way - sore feet , With them is built our home , With Christ , -they sweet , but He most sweet , Sweeter than honeycomb . There no more parting , no more pain ; The distant ones brought near ; The lost so long are found again ...
... rest our way - sore feet , With them is built our home , With Christ , -they sweet , but He most sweet , Sweeter than honeycomb . There no more parting , no more pain ; The distant ones brought near ; The lost so long are found again ...
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... Rest not here . ' And the rest Thou art preparing , is it best , Lord , is it best ? ' Lord , a little , little longer ! ' Sobs the earth - love , growing stronger : He will miss me , and go mourning through his solitary days . And ...
... Rest not here . ' And the rest Thou art preparing , is it best , Lord , is it best ? ' Lord , a little , little longer ! ' Sobs the earth - love , growing stronger : He will miss me , and go mourning through his solitary days . And ...
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... rest ; a fever at the core , Fatal to him who bears , -to all who ever bore . This makes the madmen , who have made men mad By their contagion , conquerors and kings , Founders of sects and systems , to whom add Sophists , bards ...
... rest ; a fever at the core , Fatal to him who bears , -to all who ever bore . This makes the madmen , who have made men mad By their contagion , conquerors and kings , Founders of sects and systems , to whom add Sophists , bards ...
Términos y frases comunes
angels bear beauty blessed bliss breath bright bring Christ comes dark death deep divine doth dream earth eternal eyes face fair faith fall fear feel flowers give glory God's grace grave grief grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven holy hope hour human Jesus keep King land leave life's light live look Lord lost mind mortal nature never night o'er once pain pass past peace pleasure poor praise prayer rest rise round seek Shakespeare shine sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stand stars strong sweet tears tell thee Thine things thou thought toil true trust truth turn virtue voice wait weary wind wings Young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 106 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled...
Página 499 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Página 603 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Página 105 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke, How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How...
Página 314 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 105 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 513 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Página 460 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will, for a' that, That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Página 526 - 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. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free.
Página 374 - Some fragment from his dream of human life Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart...