But when the hand that locked her up gives room, She'll shine through all the sphere. O Father of eternal life, and all Created glories under Thee, Resume thy spirit from this world of thrall Into true liberty. Either disperse these mists, which blot... Lives of Sacred Poets - Sida 245efter Robert Aris Willmott - 1834 - 363 sidorObegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
| Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 sidor
...wonted themes, And into glory peep. Father ! disperse the mists which blot and fill My perspective still as they pass ; Or else remove me hence unto that hill Where I shall need no glass. VAUGHAN. Sornut.* How many blessed groups this hour are bending, Through England's primrose meadow-paths,... | |
| 1861 - 144 sidor
...of thrall. Into true liberty. Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill My perspective still as they pass, Or else remove me hence, unto that hill Where I shall need no glass. Henry Vavghan. MEMORY. *' Rather than have one bliss forgot. Be all my paina remembered too." Moore.... | |
| William Jordan Unwin - 1862 - 300 sidor
...of thrall Into true liberty. Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill My perspective, still as they pass ; Or else remove me hence unto that hill Where I shall need no glass. — Henry Vauglian. LESSON LIV.— THURSDAY. ENGLISH HISTOUY — STUART LIXE Anne, younger sister of... | |
| Robert Eldridge Aris Willmott - 1862 - 418 sidor
...of thrall Into true .liberty ! Ether disperse these mists, which blot and fill My perspective still as they pass ; Or else remove me hence unto that hill, Where I shall need no glass. Vaughan. WHEN night comes, list thy deeds ; make plain the way 'Twixt heaven and thee ; block it not... | |
| Robert Aris Willmott - 1863 - 420 sidor
...of thrall Into true liberty ! Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill My perspective still as they pass ; Or else remove me hence unto that hill, Where I shall need no glass. WHEN night comes, list thy deeds; make plain the way 'Twixt heaven and thee ; block it not with delays... | |
| Augustus Charles Thompson - 1863 - 392 sidor
...of thrall Into true liberty 1 Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill My perspective still as they pass; Or else remove me hence unto that hill * Where I shall need no glass. ¥11, jm «tlS noi 50 fa I. ASPIRATIONS AFTER HEAYEIT. ponging for Jfmmortalitg. AD prisoners in a... | |
| 1863 - 220 sidor
...of thrall Into true liberty ! Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill My perspective still as they pass ; Or else remove me hence unto that hill Where I shall need no glass. 60 Dies Ires. DIES IES irae, dies ilia, Solvet sjeclum in favilla, Teste David cum Sibylla. Quantus... | |
| Golden gleanings - 1863 - 342 sidor
...of thrall Into true liberty. Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill My perspective still as they pass ; Or else remove me hence unto that hill, Where I shall need no glass. SUNDAYS. Bright shadows of true rest ! some shoots of bliss ! Heaven once a week ; The next world's... | |
| Hubert Ashton Holden - 1864 - 344 sidor
...world of thrall into true liberty! Either disperse these mists, which blot and flu my perspective still as they pass; or else remove me hence unto that hill where I shall need no glass. H. VAUGHAN 244 INSENSIBILITY TO GOD'S MERCIES HUES of the rich unfolding morn, tha*, ere the glorious... | |
| Lewis Borrett White - 1864 - 232 sidor
...of thrall Into true liberty. Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill My perspective, still, as they pass; Or else remove me hence unto that hill, Where I shall need no glass. TO THE HOI.Y BIBLE. O BOOK ! life's guide ! how shall we part ? And thou so long seized of my heart!... | |
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