Comentarios de la gente - Escribir un comentario
No encontramos ningún comentario en los lugares habituales.
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Annie answer appeared arms asked Aubry beautiful began beginning better bring brother brought Bruno called carried Cecilia child Christian church close coming cried dear death door dress Duke English eyes face father feeling followed friends gave girl give given Grey hand head hear heard heart hope hour hymns Italy Jeannin kind King lady leave light living look Lord Magyars Mamma Master means mind Miss morning mother never night once Papa passed perhaps person poor present received Reine rest returned round seemed seen sent side sister soon speak story taken tell thank Thee things thought told took turned voice walked whole wife wish woman young
Página 192 - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Página 214 - Let people serve thee, and nations bow down to thee : be lord over thy brethren, and let thy mother's sons bow down to thee : cursed be every one that curseth thee, and blessed be he that blesseth thee.
Página 191 - They are all gone into the world of light ! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear.
Página 136 - Hide not thy face from me in the time of my trouble : incline thine ear unto me when I call ; O hear me, and that right soon.
Página 394 - With his own right hand, and with his holy arm : hath he gotten himself the victory. 3 The Lord declared his salvation : His righteousness hath he openly shewed in the sight of the heathen. 4 He hath remembered his mercy and truth toward the house of Israel : And all the ends of the world have seen the salvation of our God.
Página 191 - He that hath found some fledg'd bird's nest, may know At first sight, if the bird be flown; But what fair Well, or Grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as Angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul, when man doth sleep: So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted...
Página 191 - And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul, when man doth sleep ; So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
Página 97 - Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, in thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail; thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend. O measureless might, ineffable love, while angels delight to hymn thee above, thy humbler creation, though feeble their lays, with true adoration shall sing to thy praise.