WebMar 1, 2024 · Hast Thou No Wound A poem by Amy Carmichael Hast thou no scar? No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand? I hear thee sung as mighty in the land, I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star; Hast […] Read More In … WebAug 26, 2024 · Hast Thou No Scar. Thread starter ebdesroches; Start date Aug 26, 2024; Christian Chat is a moderated online Christian community allowing Christians around the …
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WebBut mine polluted are; X. Sin twines itself about my praise, A. And slides into my prayer. X. When I would speak what Thou hast done X. To save me from my sin, B. I cannot make Thy mercies known, X. But self-applause creeps in. B. Divine desire, that holy flame C. Webby Christopher Marlowe. Ah, Faustus, Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, And then thou must be damned perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make. Perpetual day; or let this hour be but. A year, a month, a week, a natural day, keyboard with touch id apple
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WebBy William Shakespeare Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all: What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call— All mine was thine before thou hadst this more. Then if for my love thou my love receivest, I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest; WebApr 4, 2024 · TAMBURLAINE.--Villain! Art thou the son of Tamburlaine, And fear'st to die, or with a curtle-axe To hew thy flesh, and make a gaping wound? Hast thou beheld a peal of ordnance strike A ring of pikes, mingled with shot and horse, Whose shattered limbs, being tossed as high as Heaven, Hang in the air as thick as sunny motes, WebApr 11, 2024 · And now, when others complain to me about poetry—how it’s difficult to follow, how it’s pretentious, how it’s “pointless”—I simply stop, sigh, and say, “Isn’t poetry just beautiful?” Yes, it is. Happy National Poetry Month, friends. I hope you remember that life, like poetry, is just so beautiful. Love, B 🐝. Leave a comment keyboard with touchpad couch