Hymns for Mothers and Children, المجلد 1Walker, Wise, 1861 |
من داخل الكتاب
النتائج 1-5 من 50
الصفحة 5
... looks all wonder At all things the heavens under , Tiny scorns of smiled reprovings That have more of love than lovings , Mischiefs done with such a winning Archness that we prize such sinning ; Breakings dire of plates and glasses ...
... looks all wonder At all things the heavens under , Tiny scorns of smiled reprovings That have more of love than lovings , Mischiefs done with such a winning Archness that we prize such sinning ; Breakings dire of plates and glasses ...
الصفحة 12
... Looks down on our little cot , And watches the " poor man's blessing I cannot envy his lot . He has pictures , books , and music , Bright fountains , and noble trees , Flowers that blossom in roses , Birds from beyond the seas ; But ...
... Looks down on our little cot , And watches the " poor man's blessing I cannot envy his lot . He has pictures , books , and music , Bright fountains , and noble trees , Flowers that blossom in roses , Birds from beyond the seas ; But ...
الصفحة 17
... look , which saith , Save us save us ! woe surrounds us ; Little knowledge sore confounds us ; Life is but a lingering death . Give us light amid our darkness ; Let us know the good from ill ; Hate us not for all our blindness ; Love us ...
... look , which saith , Save us save us ! woe surrounds us ; Little knowledge sore confounds us ; Life is but a lingering death . Give us light amid our darkness ; Let us know the good from ill ; Hate us not for all our blindness ; Love us ...
الصفحة 18
... Look into our childish faces ; See ye not our willing hearts ? Only love us , only lead us ; Only let us know you need us , And we all will do our parts . We are thousands many thousands ! Every day our ranks increase ; Let us march ...
... Look into our childish faces ; See ye not our willing hearts ? Only love us , only lead us ; Only let us know you need us , And we all will do our parts . We are thousands many thousands ! Every day our ranks increase ; Let us march ...
الصفحة 22
... Look up from her knees , With the look that in life they wore . As they lie before her there , There babbles from chair to chair , A little sweet face That's a gleam in the place , With its little gold curls of hair . Then O , wonder ...
... Look up from her knees , With the look that in life they wore . As they lie before her there , There babbles from chair to chair , A little sweet face That's a gleam in the place , With its little gold curls of hair . Then O , wonder ...
المحتوى
3 | |
9 | |
15 | |
21 | |
30 | |
33 | |
34 | |
38 | |
132 | |
138 | |
141 | |
149 | |
164 | |
169 | |
175 | |
182 | |
44 | |
48 | |
50 | |
58 | |
64 | |
71 | |
75 | |
78 | |
84 | |
86 | |
92 | |
95 | |
98 | |
105 | |
111 | |
117 | |
183 | |
187 | |
189 | |
195 | |
207 | |
218 | |
225 | |
237 | |
244 | |
253 | |
259 | |
265 | |
271 | |
279 | |
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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
مقاطع مشهورة
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!