The Scrap-book: It Being a Thousand Gems of Prose and PoetryW. L. Allison, 1899 - Всего страниц: 360 |
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... LORD'S PRAYER . A SCHOLAR was asked to suggest an improvement in the translation of the Lord's prayer . He suggested the fol- lowing : Our Father , in heaven , Hallowed be Thy name ; May Thy Kingdom come , And Thy will on earth be done ...
... LORD'S PRAYER . A SCHOLAR was asked to suggest an improvement in the translation of the Lord's prayer . He suggested the fol- lowing : Our Father , in heaven , Hallowed be Thy name ; May Thy Kingdom come , And Thy will on earth be done ...
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... Lord made the heaven and earth . When I see the seven it reminds me that on the seventh day he rested from the great work he had created , and hallowed it . When I see the eight , it reminds me of the eight righteous persons that were ...
... Lord made the heaven and earth . When I see the seven it reminds me that on the seventh day he rested from the great work he had created , and hallowed it . When I see the eight , it reminds me of the eight righteous persons that were ...
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... Lord ! stretch forth Thy hand , And lead me from the path of sin , I pray Thee , give my poor heart strength , And let Thy glory shine within . O , cleanse my weak , polluted soul , And from its sins , Lord , set it free ; Thou knowest ...
... Lord ! stretch forth Thy hand , And lead me from the path of sin , I pray Thee , give my poor heart strength , And let Thy glory shine within . O , cleanse my weak , polluted soul , And from its sins , Lord , set it free ; Thou knowest ...
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... Lord of our far - flung battle line— Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine— Lord God of Hosts , be with us yet , Lest we forget - lest we forget . The tumult and the shouting dies- The Captains and the Kings ...
... Lord of our far - flung battle line— Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine— Lord God of Hosts , be with us yet , Lest we forget - lest we forget . The tumult and the shouting dies- The Captains and the Kings ...
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... Lord ! on Thee Eternity had its foundation ; all Sprang forth from Thee ; of light , joy , harmony , Sole origin ; all life - all beauty Thine . Thy word created all , and doth create ; Thy splendor fills all space with rays divine ...
... Lord ! on Thee Eternity had its foundation ; all Sprang forth from Thee ; of light , joy , harmony , Sole origin ; all life - all beauty Thine . Thy word created all , and doth create ; Thy splendor fills all space with rays divine ...
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angels ATLANTA CONSTITUTION beautiful better birds bless breast breath bright brow cheer clouds comes dark darling daugh dead dear death dreams earth eternity evermore eyes face faded fair faith fall father feel feet flowers forget gentle give God's golden gone grave gray grow hand happy happy days hear heart heaven hope hour JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Jussey kiss land laugh leaves life's light lips live loaded dice look Lord marriage memory mother neath never night o'er old oaken bucket OLD-TIME MUSIC pain past prayer rest shadows shadows fall shine sigh sing singin skies sleep smile snow song sorrow soul star-spangled banner stars sweet tears tell tender thee There's things thou thought toil true Twas Twill unto voice wait watch weary weep wife wind woman wonder words youth
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Стр. 318 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n pursue.
Стр. 39 - The tumult and the shouting dies ; The captains and the kings depart : Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget!
Стр. 39 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe — Such boasting as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law — Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Lest wo forget — lest we forget!
Стр. 178 - I hail as a treasure; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Стр. 319 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Стр. 291 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Стр. 215 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Стр. 215 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Стр. 172 - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Стр. 183 - Except for love's sake only. Do not say " I love her for her smile — her look — her way Of speaking gently, — for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day " — For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee, — and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, — A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love...