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... breath , Can I forget that look ; It seemed to charge me with His death , Though not a word He spoke . My conscience felt and owned the guilt , And plunged me in despair ; I saw my sins His blood had spilt , And helped to nail Him there ...
... breath , Can I forget that look ; It seemed to charge me with His death , Though not a word He spoke . My conscience felt and owned the guilt , And plunged me in despair ; I saw my sins His blood had spilt , And helped to nail Him there ...
16 ÆäÀÌÁö
... breath on the dark blue wave , Seemed hushed to hallow the friendless dead . And heavily heaved on the gloomy sea The ship that sheltered that homeless one , As though her funeral hour should be When the waves were still , and the winds ...
... breath on the dark blue wave , Seemed hushed to hallow the friendless dead . And heavily heaved on the gloomy sea The ship that sheltered that homeless one , As though her funeral hour should be When the waves were still , and the winds ...
42 ÆäÀÌÁö
... breath , like burning flax , Man and his marvels pass away ; And changing empires wane and wax , Are founded , flourish , and decay . " " Redeem mine hours , the space is brief ; While in my glass the sand grains shiver , And ...
... breath , like burning flax , Man and his marvels pass away ; And changing empires wane and wax , Are founded , flourish , and decay . " " Redeem mine hours , the space is brief ; While in my glass the sand grains shiver , And ...
72 ÆäÀÌÁö
... breath be loud and high , Or come in a soft and balmy sigh ; Our threatenings fill the soul with fear , Or our gentle whisperings woo the ear With music aerial , still ' tis we , And ye list , and ye look ; but what do ye see ? Can ye ...
... breath be loud and high , Or come in a soft and balmy sigh ; Our threatenings fill the soul with fear , Or our gentle whisperings woo the ear With music aerial , still ' tis we , And ye list , and ye look ; but what do ye see ? Can ye ...
76 ÆäÀÌÁö
... breath Saw not the falling tear . They whispered that , to cheer him , came His dear and only son : E'en that recalled not Memory's flame ; He answered , " I have none . " Then of his son's sweet babe they spoke , The darling of his age ...
... breath Saw not the falling tear . They whispered that , to cheer him , came His dear and only son : E'en that recalled not Memory's flame ; He answered , " I have none . " Then of his son's sweet babe they spoke , The darling of his age ...
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127 ÆäÀÌÁö - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
171 ÆäÀÌÁö - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
181 ÆäÀÌÁö - HAIL to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son ; Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ; He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity.
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in his train ? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below — He follows in his train.
13 ÆäÀÌÁö - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have naught that is fair?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
4 ÆäÀÌÁö - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our Infant REDEEMER is laid.
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - And darkness and doubt are now flying away ; No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn. So breaks on the traveller, faint, and astray, The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending, And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom ! On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending, And Beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
206 ÆäÀÌÁö - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But, in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all...