The Children's hour1868 |
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... , and let me hear you read a Psalm or two . ' Peggy was soon seated by her father's side , with the old family Bible spread open on her knees ; and in read- ing these beautiful Psalms , which have been the en- I 2 Jessie Oglethorpe .
... , and let me hear you read a Psalm or two . ' Peggy was soon seated by her father's side , with the old family Bible spread open on her knees ; and in read- ing these beautiful Psalms , which have been the en- I 2 Jessie Oglethorpe .
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... side , but more likely by some old ruin , or quarry edge , where its branching stems will often reach four or five feet high . It bears handsome purple flowers , droop- ing and bell - shaped , which grow in pairs , close to the large ...
... side , but more likely by some old ruin , or quarry edge , where its branching stems will often reach four or five feet high . It bears handsome purple flowers , droop- ing and bell - shaped , which grow in pairs , close to the large ...
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... side of him , began the story of ' How we were stuck up by the Bushrangers . ' ' Bushrangers ! ' said Lydia ; what are they , uncle ? ' ' Well , Lydia , I think if I were to describe them as a set of the worst robbers in the world , I ...
... side of him , began the story of ' How we were stuck up by the Bushrangers . ' ' Bushrangers ! ' said Lydia ; what are they , uncle ? ' ' Well , Lydia , I think if I were to describe them as a set of the worst robbers in the world , I ...
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... side was a sturdy , thick - set lad , with short , rough curls of hair clustering over his bare head , and keen dark eyes , from which nothing on land or sea could escape . ' There's not much sign of storms , Ned , ' said the boy ...
... side was a sturdy , thick - set lad , with short , rough curls of hair clustering over his bare head , and keen dark eyes , from which nothing on land or sea could escape . ' There's not much sign of storms , Ned , ' said the boy ...
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... side . ' Twas only last harvest time , when my mother was took ill wi ' the fever , that Jamie ran near two miles to get a doctor to see her , and never a word o ' thanks would he take . But I wonder what he's after now - something good ...
... side . ' Twas only last harvest time , when my mother was took ill wi ' the fever , that Jamie ran near two miles to get a doctor to see her , and never a word o ' thanks would he take . But I wonder what he's after now - something good ...
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الصفحة 96 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights ; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
الصفحة 42 - And it came to pass, that at midnight the Lord smote all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sat on his throne unto the firstborn of the captive that was in the dungeon; and all the firstborn of cattle.
الصفحة 147 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
الصفحة 89 - On the deck the Rover takes his stand, So dark it is they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, " It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
الصفحة 209 - By faith Moses, when he was come to years, refused to be called the son of Pharaoh's daughter; choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season...
الصفحة 95 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough ; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy ; Nor does thy luxury destroy.
الصفحة 2 - They come forth from the darkness, and their sails Gleam for a moment only in the blaze, And eager faces, as the light unveils, Gaze at the tower, and vanish while they gaze.
الصفحة 93 - God is greatly to be feared in the assembly of the saints, and to be had in reverence of all them that are about him. O Lord God of Hosts, who is a strong Lord like unto thee? or to thy faithfulness round about thee? Thou rulest the raging of the sea: when the waves thereof arise, thou stillest them.
الصفحة 243 - That to the world are children ; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below. Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere.
الصفحة 242 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...