Rhymes with a reason, by B.1857 |
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... foes- Your foes ! dear child - there's nought but love For you , none anger knows . I love you waking , when your voice is making Its pleasant music heard ; Like a bell it ringeth , like a bird it singeth , Like a merry little bird ; Or ...
... foes- Your foes ! dear child - there's nought but love For you , none anger knows . I love you waking , when your voice is making Its pleasant music heard ; Like a bell it ringeth , like a bird it singeth , Like a merry little bird ; Or ...
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... foe Meets foe , and boldly takes the blow As rocks receive the angry wave— Who does not sit with clasped hands And lowering brow to weep in vain , But with a soul undaunted stands " Till fickle Fortune smile again . Give me the man who ...
... foe Meets foe , and boldly takes the blow As rocks receive the angry wave— Who does not sit with clasped hands And lowering brow to weep in vain , But with a soul undaunted stands " Till fickle Fortune smile again . Give me the man who ...
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... foes to foes ; All still - still as the old white fort upon the shore , Built by the Genoese in days of yore . The more I look upon these scenes of fight , The more I think of Christ , and his great words ; The more I pray that their ...
... foes to foes ; All still - still as the old white fort upon the shore , Built by the Genoese in days of yore . The more I look upon these scenes of fight , The more I think of Christ , and his great words ; The more I pray that their ...
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Angel of Death bloom of twenty breath BRIDGE OF BOATS bright brother caïque Christ cloak of clustering dear e'en earth with wires Euxine's fields are laden finger-touch flowers foes God's gold nor silver gone grief hail thy birth hands Hast thou ne'er heard heart and narrower Heaven heaven-sent rain labour land LITTLE FRANCES look million lips MOON name be borne narrower head neath need nor gold o'er Old centuries pomp and thy pray prayer showeth skies slowly homeward go smile soft red glow song soul Stamboul strange world SUMFIELD summer hours SUNDAY AT BALAKLAVA tears tell I'm sure terrible world say thee thine thou dost thou know'st tis Thou look'st alike thou ne'er thought thy dewy showers thy majesty thy pomp Tis this thought toil truth twenty summers unto voice waving corn fields Weep WEST HARDING STREET wide earth wings wintry worm you-God
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Page 1 - LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento ; But how the subject theme may gang, Let time and chance determine ; Perhaps, it may turn out a sang, Perhaps, turn out a sermon.