A Dictionary of Poetical Illustrations: Specially Selected with View to the Needs of the Pulpit and Platform |
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If aught obstruct thy course , yet stand not still , Cometh the future But wind about
till thou hast topp ' d the hill . Veiled and slow ? Denham . Go forth to greet her ,
33 . ACTION . Room for For weal or for woe . Bringeth she gladness ? THROUGH
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If aught obstruct thy course , yet stand not still , Cometh the future But wind about
till thou hast topp ' d the hill . Veiled and slow ? Denham . Go forth to greet her ,
33 . ACTION . Room for For weal or for woe . Bringeth she gladness ? THROUGH
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... Heaven ' s dearest gift , what hast thou mark done ? Alike if itself be crooked ,
or the bow be strung awry . Me miserable ! Thou hast undone thyself , Tupper .
Thyself and me ; for if thou diest I die , Bone of my bone , flesh of my very flesh ,51
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... Heaven ' s dearest gift , what hast thou mark done ? Alike if itself be crooked ,
or the bow be strung awry . Me miserable ! Thou hast undone thyself , Tupper .
Thyself and me ; for if thou diest I die , Bone of my bone , flesh of my very flesh ,51
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Ride on triumphantly ; behold we lay Our lusts and proud wills in the way .
Hosanna ! welcome to our hearts , Lord , here Thou hast a temple too , and full as
dear As that of Zion ; and as full of sin . Nothing but thieves and robbers dwell
therein .
Ride on triumphantly ; behold we lay Our lusts and proud wills in the way .
Hosanna ! welcome to our hearts , Lord , here Thou hast a temple too , and full as
dear As that of Zion ; and as full of sin . Nothing but thieves and robbers dwell
therein .
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So long hast Thou now tarried , Few Thy return believe : Immersed in sloth and
folly , Thy servants , Lord , we see ; And few of them stand ready With joy to
welcome Thee . Watchman , what of the night ? we cry , Heartsick with hope
deferr ' d ...
So long hast Thou now tarried , Few Thy return believe : Immersed in sloth and
folly , Thy servants , Lord , we see ; And few of them stand ready With joy to
welcome Thee . Watchman , what of the night ? we cry , Heartsick with hope
deferr ' d ...
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If these lambs which Thou hast given H . W . Longfellow . Were to slip out of our
keeping and be lost in the world ' s ways . 82 . AFFECTION . Sacrifices of Lord , it
is not fear of dying , Is it indeed so ? If I lay here dead , Nor an impious denying ...
If these lambs which Thou hast given H . W . Longfellow . Were to slip out of our
keeping and be lost in the world ' s ways . 82 . AFFECTION . Sacrifices of Lord , it
is not fear of dying , Is it indeed so ? If I lay here dead , Nor an impious denying ...
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