Mirror Library, Issues 1-31George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis 1843 |
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... breath of the pilgrim , likened to " pious incense , " completes them , and is a simile in admirable " keeping , " as the painters call it ; that is to say , is thoroughly harmoni- ous in itself , and with all that is going on . The breath ...
... breath of the pilgrim , likened to " pious incense , " completes them , and is a simile in admirable " keeping , " as the painters call it ; that is to say , is thoroughly harmoni- ous in itself , and with all that is going on . The breath ...
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... breath might know The very depths of human wo . He knew them all - the doubt , the strife , The faint , perplexing dread , The mists that hang o'er parting life , All darkened round his head ! And the Deliverer knelt to pray- Yet passed ...
... breath might know The very depths of human wo . He knew them all - the doubt , the strife , The faint , perplexing dread , The mists that hang o'er parting life , All darkened round his head ! And the Deliverer knelt to pray- Yet passed ...
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... breathing yet Of Immortality : Some martyr's prayer , wherein the glow Of quenchless faith survives : For every feature said— " I know That my Redeemer lives ! " And silent stood his children by , Hushing their very breath , Before the ...
... breathing yet Of Immortality : Some martyr's prayer , wherein the glow Of quenchless faith survives : For every feature said— " I know That my Redeemer lives ! " And silent stood his children by , Hushing their very breath , Before the ...
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