 | 1893 - عدد الصفحات: 844
...hope, which it has been tinlaureate's life-work to clothe with beautiful forms, than these lines ? Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark...see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar. Last things are proverbially precious. They are often cherished merely on account of their associations,... | |
 | 1893 - عدد الصفحات: 404
...Westminster Abbey at his funeral, and a part of which was embroidered upon his pall: Sunset and evening star And one clear call for me! And may there be no...Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. JP McCASKEY. OFFICIAL DEPARTMENT. SOUTHEASTERN... | |
 | General Congregational Association of Iowa - 1906 - عدد الصفحات: 1214
...more prompt payment. SAMUEL L. UNGER. SA MERRILL. EC STEVENSON. REPORT OF COMMITTEE ON OBITUARIES. "Twilight and evening bell. And after that the dark!...my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar." Time was when our Minutes were too precious to spare even a page or two for brethren who had fallen... | |
 | Francis Fisher Browne - 1889 - عدد الصفحات: 374
...asleep. Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. 4 Twilight and evening bell. And after that the dark...bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, 1 hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have croet the bar." In the presence of such poetry, criticism... | |
 | 1965 - عدد الصفحات: 268
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 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1885 - عدد الصفحات: 546
...call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the When I put out to sea, as movmg seems But such a tide asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which...see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar. QUEEN MAET: A DRAMA. nJlAMATIS QUEEN MARY. PHILIP, King of Naples and Sicily, afterwards King of Spain.... | |
 | عدد الصفحات: 392
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SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home.... 
