Rhymes with a reason, by B.1857 |
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... gliding o'er the waves , And men were still men's slaves- Slaves to themselves - still going each his way To - day , to - morrow , e'en as yesterday ! Yet often when my thoughts are on the east , 10 RHYMES WITH A REASON .
... gliding o'er the waves , And men were still men's slaves- Slaves to themselves - still going each his way To - day , to - morrow , e'en as yesterday ! Yet often when my thoughts are on the east , 10 RHYMES WITH A REASON .
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... wave - thrown on God's own beach- No flower of elegance is he ; Yet you'd love to look in his great , calm face , And read what the finger has written there- No beauty , no high breeding trace ; Wisdom , and love , and the force of ...
... wave - thrown on God's own beach- No flower of elegance is he ; Yet you'd love to look in his great , calm face , And read what the finger has written there- No beauty , no high breeding trace ; Wisdom , and love , and the force of ...
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... 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 loves the poor , Who ' neath the ragged coat can see The good that ...
... 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 loves the poor , Who ' neath the ragged coat can see The good that ...
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... دو To think the " glory - flower must ever wave O'er desolation and the grave- That o'er the music of these victories Must swell the widow's cries ! THE WORKER TO THE SHIRKER . You talk of the 40 RHYMES WITH A REASON .
... دو To think the " glory - flower must ever wave O'er desolation and the grave- That o'er the music of these victories Must swell the widow's cries ! THE WORKER TO THE SHIRKER . You talk of the 40 RHYMES WITH A REASON .
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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.