 | George Washington Bethune - English poetry - 1848 - 490 pages
...that's truly blest, Is never all its own ; No ray of glory lights the breast That beats for self alone. The heart — the heart ! oh ! let it spare A sigh for other's pain ; The breath that soothes a brother's care Is never spent in vain. And though it throb at gentlest touch, Or Sorrow's... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1849 - 539 pages
...that's truly blest, Is never all its own ; No ray of glory lights the breast That beats for self alone. The heart — the heart ! oh ! let it spare A sigh for other's pain ; The breath that soothes a brother's care Is never spent in vain. And though it throb at gentlest touch, Or sorrow's... | |
 | 1853
...that's truly blest, Is never all its own ; No ray of glory lights the breast That beats for self alone. The heart — the heart ! oh ! let it spare A sigh for other's pain ; The breath that soothes "i brother's care Is never spent in vain. And though it throb at gentlest touch, Or sorrow's... | |
 | C. Gough - 1853
...that's truly blest Is never all its own ; No ray of glory lights the breast That beats for self alone. The heart — the heart ! oh ! let it spare A sigh for other's pain ; The breath that soothe's a brother's care Is never spent in vain. And though it throb at gentlest touch, Or sorrow's... | |
 | Eliza Cook - English poetry - 1870 - 624 pages
...that's truly blest Is never all its own ; No ray of glory lights the breast That beats for self alone. The Heart — the Heart ! oh ! let it spare A sigh for other's pain ; The breath that soothes a brother's care Is never spent in vain. 256 TO THE ROBIN. And though it throb at gentlest... | |
 | W Kellaway - 1874
...that's truly blest Is never all its own ; No ray of glory lights the breast That beats for self alone. The Heart — the Heart ! oh ! let it spare A sigh for other's pain ; The breath that soothes a brother's care Is never spent in vain. • And though it throb at gentlest touch, Or... | |
 | Asa Mahan - Congregational churches - 1877 - 224 pages
...that's truly blest, Is never all its own ; No ray of glory lights the breast That beats for self alone. The heart— the heart ! Oh ! let it spare A sigh for other's pain ; The breath that soothes a brother's care Is never spent in vain. And though it throbs at gentlest touch, Or sorrow's... | |
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... warm, as nobly free, As eagle's nestling wing. Oh ! keep it not, like miser's gold, Shut in from all beside ; But let its precious stores unfold. In mercy, far and wide. The Heart— the Heart that's truly blest Is never all its own ; No ray of glory... 