 | 1828 - 590 pàgines
...fly to thee. The friends who in our sunshine lire, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has hut tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. But thou wilt heal that hroken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance IVom the wom.ded part, Breathes sweetness... | |
 | 1816 - 600 pàgines
...the mourner's tear. How dark this world would be, If, when deceiv'd and wounded here, We could not By to Thee. The friends, who in our sunshine live, When...but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. But tin in wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded... | |
 | 1818 - 596 pàgines
...who dry'st the mourner's tear, How dark this world unnl be, If, when deceiv'd and wounded here, We could not fly to thee. The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes are flown ; And he, who Itath but tears to give. Must weep those tears alone. But thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which,... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 pàgines
...who dry'st the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceiv'd and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends, who in our sunshine...of woe. When Joy no longer soothes or cheers;, And ev'n thu Hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er oar tears, Is dimm'd and vanish'd too 1 Oh ! who would... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 316 pàgines
...who dry'st the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends who in our sunshine...from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. II. When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And even the hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er our... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 298 pàgines
...who dry'st the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends who in our sunshine...from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. II. When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And even the hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er our... | |
 | Susan Ferrier - 1824 - 380 pàgines
...who dry'st the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceiv'd and wounded here. We could not fly to Thee ! The friends who in our sunshine...give, Must weep those tears alone ; But Thou wilt heal the broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes... | |
 | Asahel Nettleton - 1824 - 498 pàgines
...tear, How dark this world would be, If, pierc'd by sins and. sorrows here, We could not fly to thee ! S The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter...comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Mustwuep those tears alone. «3 Oh ! who could bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love Come... | |
 | Susan Ferrier - 1824 - 372 pàgines
...deserved that happiness which we owe to a Saviour's love ? ' If thou, Lord, But Thou wilt heal the broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their...from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. Moonk. CHAPTER XXXIV. Forgiveness to the injur'd doe> belong ; But they ne'er pardon who commit the... | |
 | 1824 - 706 pàgines
...fuor che la tua rabbia Sarebbe al tuo furor dolor compito. Inferno, c. 14. But Thou can'st heal the broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wound«! part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. Sacrfd Melodie». Se lieto esser vuoi, soffrir conviene.... | |
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WHO DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR! O THOU who dry'st the mourner's tear ! How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes are flown ; And he, who has but... 
