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Pagina 138 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.
Pagina 27 - MY God ! the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights.
Pagina 83 - Then spake Joshua to the LORD in the day when the LORD delivered up the Amorites before the children of Israel, and he said in the sight of Israel, Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou, Moon, in the valley of Ajalon.
Pagina 190 - Doth the hawk fly by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south? Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high?
Pagina 184 - The Dog, which still was hovering nigh, Repeating the same timid cry, This Dog, had been through three months' space A dweller in that savage place.
Pagina 160 - To Scotland's heaths; or those that crossed the sea And drew their sounding bows at Azincour, Perhaps at earlier Crecy, or Poictiers. Of vast circumference and gloom profound This solitary Tree ! a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay ; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed.
Pagina 182 - Paled in by many a lofty hill, The narrow dale lay smooth and still, And? down its verdant bosom led, A winding brooklet found its bed.
Pagina 184 - This dog had been through three months' space A dweller in that savage place. Yes, proof was plain that since the day On which the traveller thus had died The dog had watched about the spot, Or by his master's side : How nourished here through such long time He knows, who gave that love sublime, And gave that strength of feeling, great Above all human estimate.