Hymns for Mothers and Children, المجلد 1Walker, Wise, 1861 |
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... Beneath the sheets they hide their timid heads ; Till slumber steals away their idle fears , And like a peeping bud each face appears . All dressed like angels in their gowns of white , They ' afted to the skies in dreams of night ; And ...
... Beneath the sheets they hide their timid heads ; Till slumber steals away their idle fears , And like a peeping bud each face appears . All dressed like angels in their gowns of white , They ' afted to the skies in dreams of night ; And ...
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... beneath your banner , We , the legion of true honor , Combating for love and peace ! Train us ! try us ! days slide onward , They can ne'er be ours again : Save us , save ! from our undoing ! Save from ignorance and ruin ; Make us ...
... beneath your banner , We , the legion of true honor , Combating for love and peace ! Train us ! try us ! days slide onward , They can ne'er be ours again : Save us , save ! from our undoing ! Save from ignorance and ruin ; Make us ...
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... beneath the flowers To dig thy early grave . So charming was thy singing ! Thou wast to us so dear , Thy voice has ceased its ringing , And we are weeping here . Sweet May waked all her roses Thy thrilling notes to hear ; And now with ...
... beneath the flowers To dig thy early grave . So charming was thy singing ! Thou wast to us so dear , Thy voice has ceased its ringing , And we are weeping here . Sweet May waked all her roses Thy thrilling notes to hear ; And now with ...
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... Beneath the mountain gray : And not a single star appeared , To shoot a silver ray . Across the path the owlet flew , And screamed along the blast , And onward with a quickened step , Benighted Henry passed . At intervals , amid the ...
... Beneath the mountain gray : And not a single star appeared , To shoot a silver ray . Across the path the owlet flew , And screamed along the blast , And onward with a quickened step , Benighted Henry passed . At intervals , amid the ...
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... Beneath the old wood - shade , And all day long has work to do , Nor is of aught afraid . The green shoots grow above their heads , And roots so fresh and fine Beneath their feet , nor is there strife ' Mong them for mine and thine ...
... Beneath the old wood - shade , And all day long has work to do , Nor is of aught afraid . The green shoots grow above their heads , And roots so fresh and fine Beneath their feet , nor is there strife ' Mong them for mine and thine ...
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ALEXANDER SMART angels bairns BAREFOOT BOY beautiful beneath bird bless Bob-o'-link breast breath bright CAVE OF ADULLAM CHARLES LAMB chee Christ cold creeping everywhere danced with grace dark dear doth earth Father fear flowers fly away home FOLLEN forgive friends gentle give grace green Gretchen hands happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Heaven's gate heavenly holy HYMN JACK FROST JANE TAYLOR Jesus kind kiss Lady Moon lambs leaves light Little Bell little child little children little Dandelion little tree live look Lord MARY HOWITT MARY LAMB merry morning mother nest never night o'er Oak-tree play poor praise pray prayer Robert of Lincoln round Saviour shining sing sleep smile snow song soul speak stars stole sunshine sweet te-whit tell thee There's thine things thou thought to-day unto voice wake watch weary wings word wouldst YEAR'S EVE
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الصفحة 276 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
الصفحة 265 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
الصفحة 267 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
الصفحة 266 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
الصفحة 184 - Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
الصفحة 72 - THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God Himself is found.
الصفحة 227 - CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill!
الصفحة 266 - Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!' A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered with a sigh, Excelsior! ,Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
الصفحة 184 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
الصفحة 225 - PAUSE not to dream of the future before us; Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o'er us; Hark, how Creation's deep, musical chorus, Unintermitting, goes up into heaven ! Never the ocean wave falters in flowing ; Never the little seed stops in its growing; More and more richly the rose-heart keeps glowing, Till from its nourishing stem it is riven. " Labor is worship ! " — the robin is singing ; "Labor is worship!