Hymns for Mothers and Children, المجلد 1Walker, Wise, 1861 |
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... wild , And do not wake my little child ! Sleep , baby , sleep ! SONG FROM THE GERMAN . LULLABY . LULLABY ! O lullaby ! Baby , hush that little cry ! Light is dying , Bats are flying- Bees to - day with work have done ; So , till comes ...
... wild , And do not wake my little child ! Sleep , baby , sleep ! SONG FROM THE GERMAN . LULLABY . LULLABY ! O lullaby ! Baby , hush that little cry ! Light is dying , Bats are flying- Bees to - day with work have done ; So , till comes ...
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... the low , sweet lisp of the baby child By a thousand hills is heard , And the voice of the young heart's laughter , wild As the voice of a singing bird ! 15 16 PEASANT CHILDREN . The cradle rocks in the peasant's PEASANT CHILDREN.
... the low , sweet lisp of the baby child By a thousand hills is heard , And the voice of the young heart's laughter , wild As the voice of a singing bird ! 15 16 PEASANT CHILDREN . The cradle rocks in the peasant's PEASANT CHILDREN.
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... love . Cold lie the daisy banks , Clad but in green , Where , in the days agone , Bright hues were seen . Wild pinks are slumbering , Violets delay ; LITTLE DANDELION . True little Dandelion Greeteth the May . LITTLE DANDELION.
... love . Cold lie the daisy banks , Clad but in green , Where , in the days agone , Bright hues were seen . Wild pinks are slumbering , Violets delay ; LITTLE DANDELION . True little Dandelion Greeteth the May . LITTLE DANDELION.
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... wild she - goat sprung , Seeking for herbs to pull , To feed her young . She sees the leaves , nor makes much talk , But strips all clear to the very stalk . The little tree again is bare , And thus to himself he said : " No longer for ...
... wild she - goat sprung , Seeking for herbs to pull , To feed her young . She sees the leaves , nor makes much talk , But strips all clear to the very stalk . The little tree again is bare , And thus to himself he said : " No longer for ...
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... wild , and bare , There the bird with wild wing Wheeleth through the air . Wheeleth through the breezy air , Singing , screaming in his flight , Calling to his bird - mate , In a troubleless delight ! In the green and leafy wood , Where ...
... wild , and bare , There the bird with wild wing Wheeleth through the air . Wheeleth through the breezy air , Singing , screaming in his flight , Calling to his bird - mate , In a troubleless delight ! In the green and leafy wood , Where ...
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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!