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The Sunset Tree is the ninth studio album by the Mountain Goats, released on April 26, 2005 by 4AD.The album's songs revolve around the house John Darnielle grew up in and the people who lived there, including his mother, sister, stepfather, friends, and enemies.
for thou hast created me. I am thy slave, thou art my Lord. God, I call on thee to heal me. Remember me, mild one, [5] Most we need thee. Drive out, O king of suns, generous and great, human every sorrow from the fortress of the heart. Watch over me, mild one, Most we need thee, truly every moment in the world of men. send us, son of the virgin ...
It is sung in the Yorkshire dialect, and is considered the official anthem of Yorkshire. [3] It is sung to the hymn tune " Cranbrook ", composed by Thomas Clark in 1805; while according to Andrew Gant, the words were composed by members of Halifax Church Choir "some 50 years after Clark wrote his melody", on an outing to Ilkley Moor near Ilkley ...
Hast thou not seen How thy desires have been Granted in what He ordaineth? [b] 3. Praise to the Lord! who doth prosper thy work, and defend thee; Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee; Ponder anew What the Almighty can do, If with His love He befriend thee! 4. Praise to the Lord! Oh let all that is in me adore Him!
It is considered a Dark Lady sonnet, as are all from 127 to 152. ... / × × / × / × × / / Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, (150.5) Lines 1, 8, and 11 ...
WASHINGTON (Reuters) -A massive winter storm moving across the United States will not keep the U.S. Congress from meeting on Monday to formally certify Republican Donald Trump's election as ...
Lynda Carter is the ultimate cover girl for the December 2024 edition of Harper's Bazaar Vietnam.. The original Wonder Woman actress, 72, sat down with model Coco Rocha for an interview with the ...
Ah, Lord, who hast created all, How hast Thou made Thee weak and small, That Thou must choose Thy infant bed Where ass and ox but lately fed! Were earth a thousand times as fair, Beset with gold and jewels rare, She yet were far too poor to be A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee. For velvets soft and silken stuff Thou hast but hay and straw so rough,