Echoes of many voices from many lands, by A.F. (Google eBook)

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Contents

My own my gentle mother Bellamy
16
Pray E B Browning
18
Time Friends in Council
24
Altaelanotte Carlo Pepoli
25
Unchanged within Coleridge
26
Oh t ask not hope thou not Mrs Hemans
27
The common and popular notion c Cumming
29
The MercySeat
31
Prayer R C Trench Archbishop of Dublin
33
Truth Friends in Council
35
A real great misfortune c y P F Richter
37
There is a land M Howitt
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While over Lifes wide darkling plain Bawdier
39
When Death is coming near Sintram
40
He doeth all things well
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Jerusalem y K From Sacred Songs
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Until the day dawn Bonar
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The raising of Lazarus Dale
49
The lad cannot leave his father Sacred Songs
53
Heaven Williams
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Tan not to the right hand P and Feeling XXXVII Trust First Lieutenants Story
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Theres not a heath however rude
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Not now
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Not every bud that blows Scattered Leaves 0Poesy
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Not as all other women are J A Lowell
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Gods Acre Longfellow
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My Birthday Moore
68
Christ is the Way the Truth c Fenelon
69
Lives there the man who can pre _ _ _ f owA Paryy
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Again for empty fears Tupfer
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The fire of driftwood Longfellow
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God appoints to every one Rusk hi
74
He giveth His beloved sleep
75
The Banian tree Thomas Moore
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Koerner and his sister Mrs Hemans
79
Lo all around Williams
83
Yes for Him the victor Miss yewsbury
84
Let not your heart be roubled M H W
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LVIL How peaceful is the dwellingplace Longfellow
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A pearly mist Hidden Path
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We have not an High Priest c
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Thoughts on Death Blaise Pascal
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Lines by William Hone
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LXTI Witheringwithering I Hoffman
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ask you one question
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There was one whom I made my stay Williams
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Thou canst have but one mother
101
Be steadfast Heir of Redcly fie
103
Think not lightly of thy prayers St Bernard
117
Longings O F
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Watchful prayerful ever be
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La Sposa G Carcano
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Come play me again T Moore
125
Peace peace be still
126
He layand a smile was on his face Penny Post
130
Isobels child E B Browning
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Now we cannot help having trouble Rev P B Power
135
The Snowdrops
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The Sleep E 3 Browning
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As thy day so shall thy strength Pathway of Pro be tnise
139
Ruths entreaty Rev y Hill
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Be it joy or sorrow
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For a wakeful night Pastor fosephsen
146
Saint Bernard on the death of his Rays of Sunlight brother for Dark Days
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It is a great truth MadameGuyon
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Hast thou a care Rays of Sunlight for Dark Days
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Yes let the future Hankinson
152
Teach me to live
153
Number Tage XCIX Pray Hartley Coleridge
155
Dew
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Far better Bonar
157
Lines by Bishop Vidal
159
Timothy vi 12
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This is a hard saying Rev P B Power
164
Psalm brii 5 C T Gellert
165
For the Church Militant H M C
168
The offering L E London
171
The happiest time M A Browne
174
Tomorrow Tapper
176
Christian energy Robertson
179
Job iii 17 E W
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The drap o dew
182
The close of the year Dean Alord
183
Flowers Longfellow
185
Oh look not back Romance of a Dull Life
188
Couldstthounotwatchonehour? Bonar
190
The wounded heart Southey
193
Dost thou not know Young
194
Lo we have left all Mrs Henry Lynch
197
The day is done Longfellow
198
Lose not sight of Christ Rutherfords Letters
200
The God whom Christians worship Blaise Pascal
201
Methinks if ye would know Southey
203
Like a bowed lily Harriet McEwen Kimball
205
The folded Iamb R H ao6 CXXIX Psalm lxi 2 Rev P B Power
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Go forth among those Miss Brewster
210

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Page 100 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 163 - And Moses said unto the people, Fear ye not, stand still, and see the salvation of the Lord, which He will show to you to-day : for the Egyptians whom ye have seen to-day, ye shall see them again no more for ever. The Lord shall fight for you, and ye shall hold your peace.
Page 198 - And a feeling of sadness conies o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 199 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labor. And nights devoid of ease. Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Page 137 - What would we give to our beloved? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown, to light the brows ?He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Page 31 - FROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat : 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 2. There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads, A place than all besides more sweet : It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
Page 1 - Au. are not taken ! there are left behind Living Beloveds, tender looks to bring. And make the daylight still a happy thing, And tender voices, to make soft the wind. But if it were not so if I could find No love in all the world for comforting. Nor any path but hollowly did ring, Where
Page 185 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Page 73 - And who was changed, and who was dead ; And all that fills the hearts of friends, When first they feel, with secret pain, their lives thenceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again ; The first slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to express, And leave it still unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which we spake Had something strange, I could but mark ; The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
Page 77 - THEY tell us of an Indian tree, Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its boughs to wander free, And shoot, and blossom, wide and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downward again to that dear earth, From which the life, that fills and warms Its grateful being, first had birth. 'Tis thus, though woo'd by flattering friends, And fed with fame (if fame it be) This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee ! LOVE AND HYMEN.

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