Gems from the spirit mine. (League of univ. brotherhood).1851 |
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... Angels Be kind The Waste of War Labour's Thanksgiving Hymn Constant Love The Land of Slaves .Emma Tatham 22 . Charles Mackay 26 ..Ph . Colborne 29 .Anon 31 do . 34 .Dickens's Household Words 35 .Mary Howitt 37 .Bernard Barton 39 ..E ...
... Angels Be kind The Waste of War Labour's Thanksgiving Hymn Constant Love The Land of Slaves .Emma Tatham 22 . Charles Mackay 26 ..Ph . Colborne 29 .Anon 31 do . 34 .Dickens's Household Words 35 .Mary Howitt 37 .Bernard Barton 39 ..E ...
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... Angel's Mission Caroline M. Fry 50 Emma S. Mathews 55 .Hon . Mrs. Norton 57 Love your Enemies What might be done ? The Angel of Patience The Workers I was in Prison and ye came unto me .J.B . 60 .C . Mackay 61 .J . G. Whittier 62 .E ...
... Angel's Mission Caroline M. Fry 50 Emma S. Mathews 55 .Hon . Mrs. Norton 57 Love your Enemies What might be done ? The Angel of Patience The Workers I was in Prison and ye came unto me .J.B . 60 .C . Mackay 61 .J . G. Whittier 62 .E ...
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... angels from their blissful home look down , While truth shall give thee , ' mid earth's loud acclaim , An amaranthine crown . E. B. P. HYMN FOR THE BROTHERHOOD BAZAAR . Oн , if the thought be beautiful , if it be wise and kind , To ...
... angels from their blissful home look down , While truth shall give thee , ' mid earth's loud acclaim , An amaranthine crown . E. B. P. HYMN FOR THE BROTHERHOOD BAZAAR . Oн , if the thought be beautiful , if it be wise and kind , To ...
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... angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal miséréré Will mingle with their awful symphonies ! I hear , even now , the infinite fierce chorus , The cries of agony , the endless groan , Which , through the ages that have ...
... angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal miséréré Will mingle with their awful symphonies ! I hear , even now , the infinite fierce chorus , The cries of agony , the endless groan , Which , through the ages that have ...
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... hearts of stone . Delicate , and soft , and fair , From her lovely home she fled- Dying souls ' distress to share , And the dwelling of despair Thrilled as at an angel's tread . Yet it was no angel form , But a mother THE SPIRIT MINE . 23.
... hearts of stone . Delicate , and soft , and fair , From her lovely home she fled- Dying souls ' distress to share , And the dwelling of despair Thrilled as at an angel's tread . Yet it was no angel form , But a mother THE SPIRIT MINE . 23.
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alliance holy amaranthine angel Apt pupils banner battle beauty Beneath BISHOPSGATE blazoned blessings blood boys of England brave breath bright brother Brotherhood brow Calabar calm chains CHARLES GILPIN CHARLES MACKAY Christian dark death deeds deep E'en earth ELIZA COOK ELNATHAN eloquent evermore fair Fcap flowers Form an alliance gaze gentle glorious glory God's grave hath heart heaven holy and sincere hope human Hurrah JAMES SHERMAN JOHN BETHUNE kind kings labour land life's light Linger not long look MARY HOWITT mercy mighty mind nations Neath never noble o'er OUTCAST BOYS peace poor prayer pride race scorn shine slave Slavery smile song sorrow soul spirit stars strife sweet sword talents given teach tears tell thee thine Thou hast thought throne toil tread truth unforgiven voice War-spirit wave wealth weep wild WILLIAM PENN words worship
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Página 177 - I have naught that is fair?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay...
Página 167 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 167 - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Página 18 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies ! I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus, The cries of agony, the endless groan, Which, through the ages that have gone before us, In long reverberations...
Página 178 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. '' My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Página 19 - The tumult of each sacked and burning village ; The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns ; The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage ; The wail of famine in beleaguered towns.
Página 168 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Página 167 - Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day.
Página 83 - Since trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs...
Página 90 - Our fathers to their graves have gone ; Their strife is past, their triumph won ; But sterner trials wait the race Which rises in their honored place ; A moral warfare with the crime And folly of an evil time. So let it be. In God's own might We gird us for the coming fight, And, strong in Him whose cause is ours In conflict with unholy powers, We grasp the weapons He has given, — The Light, and Truth, and Love of Heaven.