Echoes of many voices from many lands, by A.F.

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Macmillan and Company, 1865 - Всего страниц: 216
 

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Pray E B Browning
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Friends in Council
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Cheltenham Chronicle
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Coleridge
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Oh ask not hope thou not Mrs Hemans
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The common and popular notion c Cumming
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The MercySeat
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R C Trench Archbishop of Dublin
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Friends in Council
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A real great misfortune c 7 P F Richter
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M Howitt
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While over Lifes wide darkling plain Bowdler BLOLAR
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When Death is coming near Sintram
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He doeth all things well
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Jerusalem 7 K From Sacred Songs
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The raising of Lazarus Dale
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The lad cannot leave his father Sacred Songs XXXV Heaven Williams SReminiscences of Thought XXXVI Turn not to the right hand ? and Feeling ...
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Theres not a heath however rude
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Not now
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Not every bud that blows Scattered Leaves of Poesy
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Not as all other women are 7 R Lowell
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Long fellow
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My Birthday Moore XLV Christ is the way the Truth c Fenelon
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Lives there the man who can preSir E Parme sume to
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Again for empty fears Tupper
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The fire of driftwood of driftwood
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God appoints to every one Ruskin
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He giveth His beloved sleep i
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The Banian tree Thomas Moore
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Koerner and his sister Mrs Hemans LIV Lo all around Williams LV Yes for Him the victor Miss Jewsbury
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Let not your heart be roubled M H W LVII How peaceful is the dwellingplace Long fellow
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A pearly mist Hidden Path
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We have not an High Priest c
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Thoughts on Death Blaise Pascal
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Lines by William Hone
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LXU Withering withering Hoffman
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ask you one question
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There was one whom I made my stay Williams
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Break break break Tennyson
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Thou canst have but one mother
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Be steadfast Heir of Redclyfte
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In poverty and loneliness
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The cup which my Father hath 105 given
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Among the children of God Ruskin
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Resignation Hickes
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Perhaps there is no precept Michell
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Peace peace be still
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He layand a smile was on his face Penny Post
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Isobels child E B Browning
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Now we cannot help having trouble Rev P B Power
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The Snowdrops
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The Sleep E 3 Browning
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As thy day so shall thy strength Pathway of Pro be mise
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Ruths entreaty Rev 7 Hill
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Number Page
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For a wakeful night Pastor Josephsen
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Saint Bernard on the death of his Rays of Sunlight brother for Dark Days
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It is a great truth Madame Guyon
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Hast thou a care Rays of Sunlight for Dark Days
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Yes let the future Hankinson
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Teach me to live
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Pray Hartley Coleridge
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Dew
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Far better Bonar
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Lines by Bishop Vidal
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Lost opportunities I bishop of Dublin Stoo
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Timothy vi 12
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This is a hard saying Rev P B Power
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Psalm lxii 5 C T Gellert
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For the Church Militant H M C
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The offering
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E Landon
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The happiest time
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A Browne
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Christian energy Robertson
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Job iii 17 E W
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The drap o dew
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The close of the year Dean Alford
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Flowers Longfellow
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Oh look not back Romance of a Dull Life
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Couldst thou not watch one hour? Bonar
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The wounded heart Southey
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Dost thou not know Young
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Lo we have left all i Mrs Henry Lynch
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The day is done Longfellow
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Lose not sight of Christ Rutherfords Letters
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The God whom Christians worship Blaise Pascal
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Methinks if ye would know Southey
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Like a bowed lily Harriet McEwen Kimball
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The folded lamb R H
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Psalm 1xi 2 Rev P B Power
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Go forth among those Miss Brewster
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Стр. 92 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Стр. 155 - And Moses said unto the people, Fear ye not, stand still, and see the salvation of the Lord, which He will show to you to-day : for the Egyptians whom ye have seen to-day, ye shall see them again no more for ever. The Lord shall fight for you, and ye shall hold your peace.
Стр. 190 - And a feeling of sadness conies o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Стр. 191 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labor. And nights devoid of ease. Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Стр. 129 - What would we give to our beloved? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown, to light the brows ?He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Стр. 23 - FROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat : 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 2. There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads, — A place than all besides more sweet : It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
Стр. 177 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Стр. 65 - And who was changed, and who was dead ; And all that fills the hearts of friends, When first they feel, with secret pain, their lives thenceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again ; The first slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to express, And leave it still unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which we spake Had something strange, I could but mark ; The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
Стр. 69 - THEY tell us of an Indian tree, Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its boughs to wander free, And shoot, and blossom, wide and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downward again to that dear earth, From which the life, that fills and warms Its grateful being, first had birth. 'Tis thus, though woo'd by flattering friends, And fed with fame (if fame it be) This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee ! LOVE AND HYMEN.

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