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" But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee... "
The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads, etc - 130. oldal
szerző: Thomas Moore - 1823
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The Quarterly Musical Magazine and Review, 1. kötet

1818 - 564 oldal
...Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every carey ( And stain of passion free, Aloft, thro' Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No...; — Thy sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom on her wings ! r By the terms we have used, we trust we have conveyed no idea <* any moral imputation....

The Monthly repository (and review)., 13. kötet

1818 - 860 oldal
...grant me, God, from «very slain Of sinful passion free, Aloft, through virtue's purer air, To steer my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay...soul, as home she springs, Thy sunshine on her joyful wayT Thy freedom on her wings. SONNET. [From the Spanish of B. Argensola. j Tell me, rh.ni common Father...

The Monthly Repository of Theology and General Literature, 13. kötet

1818 - 826 oldal
...every stain Of sinful passion free, Aloft, through virtue's purer air, To steer my course to Tliee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My soul, as home she springs, Thy sunshine on her joyful way, '/'/'// freedom on her wings. SONNET. [From the Spanish of B. Argcntnla.j Tell me, thou common FatherJ...

Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National Airs

Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 oldal
...high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight. So grant me, GOD, from every care, And stain of passion...Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings! OA .' Thou, who dry'st the mourner's tear ! Mr— Haydn. " He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth...

Select poetry; chiefly on subjects connected with religion

Select poetry - 1825 - 182 oldal
...grant me, Lord ! from every stain Of sinful passion free, Aloft, through virtue's purer air, To steer my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay...springs ; Thy sunshine on her joyful way, Thy freedom on her wings. xcv. How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows,...

The Christian guardian (and Church of England magazine).

1825 - 556 oldal
...grant me, Lord ! from every stain Of sinful passion free, Aloft, through virtue's purer air, To steer my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay...springs ; Thy sunshine on her joyful way, Thy freedom on her wings. мoавв. THE POOR-HOUSE PENITENT PART III. I HAVE always been accustomed to hail as...

The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, 3. kötet

Thomas Moore - 1825 - 310 oldal
...air, and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, God, from every care, And stain of passion free, * The Carrier Pigco ., it is well known, flies at an nlevated pitch, in order 10 surmount every ob*...

Hymns, anthems, and psalms, compiled by W. Burgh

Walter Burgh - 1826 - 382 oldal
...free, Aloft, through faith and love's pure air, To hold my course to Thee : No lure to tempt, no art to stay My soul, as home she springs ; Thy sunshine on her joyful way, Thy freedom on her wings ! CLXXVIII. THE HEAVENLY TEMPLE. (Logan.) 1 . WHEREhigh the heavenly temple stands, The...

The poetical works of Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 oldal
...air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, God ! from every care And stain of passion...Thee! No sin to cloud — no lure to stay My Soul, ач home she springs; — Thy sunshine on her joyful way, Thy freedom in her wings! OH! TIIOU WHO...

Irish Melodies: National Airs, Ballads, Songs, Etc

Thomas Moore - 1828 - 232 oldal
...the altar's trembling light, In holy lustre wastes away ! THE BIRD, LET LOOSE. AIR. — Beethoven. I. THE bird, let loose in eastern skies,* When hastening...sunshine on her joyful way, Thy freedom in her wings ! t)H ! THOU WHO DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR. AIR.— Haydn. "He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth...




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