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" But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through that long, dark night of sorrow, worn and faint and lacking food ; Over weak and suffering brothers, with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman blessed them in a strange and Northern... "
The Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier - หน้า 30
โดย John Greenleaf Whittier - 1861
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The Herald of peace. July 1850-Jan./March 1930. Oct. /Dec. 1938, Jan./April 1939

International peace society - 232 หน้า
...the poet, while the heart was almost sinking into the sickness of despair — " Not wholly lost, O Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward through...From its smoking hell of battle, Love and Pity send theirpraycr, And still thy white-winged angels hover dimly in our air." But we confidently affirm,...

Poems

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1850 - 408 หน้า
...thou Christ of God, forgive ! " Sink, oh Night, among thy mountains ! let the cool, grey shadows fall; Dying brothers, fighting demons, drop thy curtain...through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden lowers ; From its smoking hell of battle, Love and Pity send their prayer, And still thy white-winged...

The War with Mexico Reviewed

Abiel Abbot Livermore - 1850 - 324 หน้า
...they hung, And the dying foeman blessed them in a strange and Northern tongue. " Not wholly lost, O Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward through...still thy white-winged angels hover dimly in our air ! " could do, the indescribable and infinite miseries which alight upon the homes of warring nations....

The War with Mexico Reviewed

Abiel Abbot Livermore - 1850 - 312 หน้า
...they hung, And the dying foeman blessed them in a strange and Northern tongue. " Not wholly lost, 0 Father ! is this evil world of ours ; Upward through...still thy white-winged angels hover dimly in our air ! " could do, the indescribable and infinite miseries which alight upon the homes of warring nations....

The Wheat-sheaf; Or, Gleanings for the Wayside and Fireside ...

1853 - 442 หน้า
...thou Christ of God forgive ! " Sink, Oh Night, among thy mountains ! let the cool, gray shadows fall ; Dying brothers, fighting demons — drop thy curtain...still thy white-winged angels hover dimly in our air ! JGW AND where the natural halts, where cramped, confined, The seen horizon bounds the baffled mind,...

The Book of Eloquence: A Collection of Extracts in Prose and Verse, from the ...

1853 - 458 หน้า
...food ; Over weak and suffering brothers with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman bless'd them in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly...battle, Love and Pity send their prayer, And still thy white- winged angels hover dimly in our air! LXXIIL— ENTRY OF THE AUSTRIAN'S INTO NAPLES. THOMAS...

Annual Report

Massachusetts Bible Society - 1853 - 814 หน้า
...the Bible Commission are already on the way to their relief and their salvation. " Not wholly lost, O Father, is this evil world of ours ; Upward, through...battle, Love and Pity send their prayer, And still thy white- winged angels hover dimly in our air ! " Bev. LACHLIN TAYLOR, of Toronto, Canada, made the concluding...

Poems: By John G. Whittier, Illus. by H. Billing

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1855 - 436 หน้า
...thou Christ of God, forgive ! " Sink, oh Night, among thy mountains ! let the cool, grey shadows fall; Dying brothers, fighting demons, drop thy curtain...white-winged angels hover dimly in our air ! FORGIVENESS. MT heart was heavy, for its trust had been Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong ; So, turning...

The Wheat-sheaf

1857 - 452 หน้า
...thou Christ of God forgive ! Sink, Oh Night, among thy mountains ! let the cool, gray shadows fall ; Dying brothers, fighting demons — drop thy curtain...still thy white-winged angels hover dimly in our air ! JGW AND where the natural halts, where cramped, confined, The seen horizon bounds the baffled mind,...

The Home Affections Pourtrayed by the Poets

Charles Mackay - 1858 - 426 หน้า
...care they hung, And the dying foeman bless'd them in a strange and northern tongue. Not wholly lost, O Father ! is this evil world of ours : Upward, through...Pity send their prayer, And still thy white-winged augels hover dimly in our air ! JG Whittie,: THE POET'S HOPES. WHAT though I leave this dull and earthly...




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