Rhymes with a reason, by B.1857 |
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... worm were a match for thee ! Gather , and sow , and reap ; Gather thy mighty crops ; Hoard up thy grain for the famine - hour , When thy brother faints and drops . Lift up the church's spire , Thy name on the first white stone , And ...
... worm were a match for thee ! Gather , and sow , and reap ; Gather thy mighty crops ; Hoard up thy grain for the famine - hour , When thy brother faints and drops . Lift up the church's spire , Thy name on the first white stone , And ...
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... worm were a prince to thee ! Thy brother , who stands in the crowd is far nobler than thou ; In rags , In the sweat of his face he gains his bread , Yet he bears a wider brow ! He showeth the mark of Christ , As his face were a written ...
... worm were a prince to thee ! Thy brother , who stands in the crowd is far nobler than thou ; In rags , In the sweat of his face he gains his bread , Yet he bears a wider brow ! He showeth the mark of Christ , As his face were a written ...
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... worm ! thou canst not teach us worms ; We will not listen to thy speech Whilst thou dost deal in wooden forms , And place God all above our reach . Perchance ' tis ordered for our good That thou , a priest , should'st wander so ; That ...
... worm ! thou canst not teach us worms ; We will not listen to thy speech Whilst thou dost deal in wooden forms , And place God all above our reach . Perchance ' tis ordered for our good That thou , a priest , should'st wander so ; That ...
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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
Popular passages
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.