Hymns for Mothers and Children, المجلد 1 |
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الصفحة 78
There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower ; There's a titter of wind in that beechen tree ; There's a smile on the fruit , and a smile on the flower , And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea . And look at the broadfaced sun ...
There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower ; There's a titter of wind in that beechen tree ; There's a smile on the fruit , and a smile on the flower , And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea . And look at the broadfaced sun ...
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angels arms bear beautiful Bell beneath bird bless breath bright bring child Christ clouds cold comes creeping dark dear earth everywhere eyes face fair fall Father fear feel feet flowers fold friends Frost gentle give grace green grow hands happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven heavenly holy HYMN Jesus keep kind lambs lead leaves light little children live look Lord MARY merry morning mother nest never night o'er once pass play poor praise pray prayer pure rest rise round seems seen Shepherd shining sing sleep smile snow song soul speak spring stars sweet teach tell thee thine things thou thought tree unto voice wake watch wings wood young
مقاطع مشهورة
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,
معلومات المراجع
| العنوان | Hymns for Mothers and Children, المجلد 1 Hymns for Mothers and Children, Caroline Snowden Guild |
| قام بجمع الكتاب | Caroline Snowden Guild |
| الناشر | Walker, Wise, 1861 |
| أصلي من | جامعة هارفارد |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 15 نيسان (إبريل) 2008 |
| عدد الصفحات | 287 من الصفحات |
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