 Magazine. SORROW SANCTIFIED. MY spirits droop with illness now, And yet I would submissive bow, My Heavenly Father, to thy will ; I would not breathe a single thought With discontent or murmurs fraught, But suffering, own and love thee still. And yet...  Emily: And Other Poems - Strana 72podľa John Newton Brown - 1840 - Počet stránok 276Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | 1825 - Počet stránok 806
...would not breathe a single thought With discontent or murmurs fraught, But suffering, own and love thee still. And yet there is a pensive air Steals o'er...ere I am aware, And clasps me in its soft control; Л mildly melancholy mood Of sickness, and of solitude, Sad and subduing to the soul. At times I wipe... | |
 | 1826 - Počet stránok 436
...would not breathe a single thought With discontent or murmurs fraught, But suffering, own and love thee still. And yet there is a pensive air Steals o'er...soft control; A mildly melancholy mood Of sickness, and of solitude, Sad and subduing to the soul. At times I wipe the starting tear, And think, my Father,... | |
 | Eleazer Smith - 1856 - Počet stránok 300
...breathe a single thought With unbelief or murmur fraught, But suffering, own and love thee still. 2. And yet, there is a pensive air • Steals o'er me...soft control ; A mildly melancholy mood Of sickness, and of solitude, Sad, and subduing to the soul. 8. At times I wipe the stealing tear, And think, my... | |
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