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... hushed , bare - headed band ; And central in the ring , By that dead pauper on the ground , Her ragged orphans clinging round , Kuelt their anointed King ! REV . G. CRABBE . THE ANGELS ' SONG . Ir came upon the midnight 62 ENGLISH POETRY .
... hushed , bare - headed band ; And central in the ring , By that dead pauper on the ground , Her ragged orphans clinging round , Kuelt their anointed King ! REV . G. CRABBE . THE ANGELS ' SONG . Ir came upon the midnight 62 ENGLISH POETRY .
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... angels sing . Yet with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long- Beneath the angel - strain have rolled Two thousand years of wrong ; And men , at war with men , hear not The love - song which they bring : Oh ! hush the ...
... angels sing . Yet with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long- Beneath the angel - strain have rolled Two thousand years of wrong ; And men , at war with men , hear not The love - song which they bring : Oh ! hush the ...
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... angels sing ! E. H. SEARS . STAFFA . MERRILY , merrily , goes the bark , On a breeze from the northward free ; So shoots through the morning sky the lark , Or the swan through the summer sea . The shores of Mull on the eastward lay ...
... angels sing ! E. H. SEARS . STAFFA . MERRILY , merrily , goes the bark , On a breeze from the northward free ; So shoots through the morning sky the lark , Or the swan through the summer sea . The shores of Mull on the eastward lay ...
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... angel clear thy path , And break the hidden snare . A. L. BARBAULD . THE LITTLE SHROUD . SHE put on him a snow - white shroud , A chaplet on his head ; And gathered early primroses To scatter o'er the dead . She laid him in his little ...
... angel clear thy path , And break the hidden snare . A. L. BARBAULD . THE LITTLE SHROUD . SHE put on him a snow - white shroud , A chaplet on his head ; And gathered early primroses To scatter o'er the dead . She laid him in his little ...
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... angel of our home ! What may this wondrous spirit be- This power unheard before- This charm , this bright divinity ? - GOOD TEMPER ! nothing more ! Good Temper ! ' tis the choicest gift That woman homeward brings , And can the poorest ...
... angel of our home ! What may this wondrous spirit be- This power unheard before- This charm , this bright divinity ? - GOOD TEMPER ! nothing more ! Good Temper ! ' tis the choicest gift That woman homeward brings , And can the poorest ...
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angels ANON arms beam beautiful bend beneath BERNARD BARTON bird bless brave breast breath bright bright land brow cheer Cheviot's Chevy Chase child Christmas home cold cried dark dead dear dear Jessy dew-drops dying Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth ELIZA COOK Excelsior face fair Farewell father Father Winter flowers foam glory grave green hand hath hear heard heart heaven HEMANS homes of England land leaves light look Lord loved band MELROSE ABBEY morn mother never night nought o'er pale passed peace poor pray prayer rest river Dee Rob Roy round shroud sigh sing singing bee sleep smile song soon soul Speak gently spring STAFFA star storm sweet tears tell thee There's thine things thou art Thou hast thought tree Twas Tyrol voice wave weary weep wild wind wing
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Page 79 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Page 84 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 83 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Page 139 - 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.
Page 81 - I Remember I remember, I remember, The house where I was born ; The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away...
Page 80 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the pass!
Page 141 - Percy present word He would prevent his sport. The English Earl, not fearing that, Did to the woods resort With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Page 173 - ... sounding ; Caught up to meet Him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding ; No gloomy fears their souls dismay ; His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet Him.
Page 66 - But still, as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Page 83 - Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.