Hymns for Mothers and Children, المجلد 1Walker, Wise, 1861 - 287 من الصفحات |
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... 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're wafted to the skies in dreams of night ; And heaven will sparkle in their eyes at ...
... 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're wafted to the skies in dreams of night ; And heaven will sparkle in their eyes at ...
الصفحة 39
... head low . Under that fleecy tent , Careless of cold , Blithe little Dandelion Counteth her gold . Meek little Dandelion Groweth more fair , Till dries the amber dew Out from her hair . High rides the thirsty sun , Fiercely and high ...
... head low . Under that fleecy tent , Careless of cold , Blithe little Dandelion Counteth her gold . Meek little Dandelion Groweth more fair , Till dries the amber dew Out from her hair . High rides the thirsty sun , Fiercely and high ...
الصفحة 40
... head , While it scarcely can be seen , Folded in its leaf of green . Yet we love the lily well , For its sweet and pleasant smell ; And would rather call it ours , Than many other gayer flowers ; Pretty lilies seem to be Emblems of ...
... head , While it scarcely can be seen , Folded in its leaf of green . Yet we love the lily well , For its sweet and pleasant smell ; And would rather call it ours , Than many other gayer flowers ; Pretty lilies seem to be Emblems of ...
الصفحة 57
... head , And went and hid behind the bed , For he stole that pretty nest From poor little yellow - breast ; And he felt so full of shame , He did n't like to tell his name . 57 CHOICE POEMS . 58 THE BEETLE . THE BEETLE . WHO'LL catch the.
... head , And went and hid behind the bed , For he stole that pretty nest From poor little yellow - breast ; And he felt so full of shame , He did n't like to tell his name . 57 CHOICE POEMS . 58 THE BEETLE . THE BEETLE . WHO'LL catch the.
الصفحة 61
... at once my heart and head ? My father . Who taught my early mind to know The God from whom all blessings flow , Creator of all things below ? My father . 62 MY MOTHER . Soon , and before the mercy MY FATHER MY MOTHER.
... at once my heart and head ? My father . Who taught my early mind to know The God from whom all blessings flow , Creator of all things below ? My father . 62 MY MOTHER . Soon , and before the mercy MY FATHER MY MOTHER.
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ALEXANDER SMART angels bairns BAREFOOT BOY beautiful beneath bird bless Bob-o'-link breath bright CAVE OF ADULLAM CHARLES LAMB chee Christ clouds cold creeping everywhere danced with grace dark dear doth earth eyes Father fear feet flowers fly away home folded FOLLEN friends gentle give glad 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 Shepherd of Israel shining sing sleep smile snow song soul speak stars sunshine sweet tell thee There's thine things thou thought unto wake watch weary wings word wouldst YEAR'S EVE
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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 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 278 - In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.
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 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 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...
الصفحة 266 - 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 - 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 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 197 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,