Through Life and Beyond; and Paul Fenton |
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الصفحة 13
... Suffer me to come to Thee . " for had He not said , " Suffer little children to come unto me and for- bid them not , for of such is the kingdom of heaven . " Never was spring of water more welcome to the parched Through Life and Beyond .
... Suffer me to come to Thee . " for had He not said , " Suffer little children to come unto me and for- bid them not , for of such is the kingdom of heaven . " Never was spring of water more welcome to the parched Through Life and Beyond .
الصفحة 14
Mrs. F. Marshall Ward. Never was spring of water more welcome to the parched traveller in the burning desert , than this little prayer to the troubled youth . Rising to his feet , he kissed his sister ; and although she did not know the ...
Mrs. F. Marshall Ward. Never was spring of water more welcome to the parched traveller in the burning desert , than this little prayer to the troubled youth . Rising to his feet , he kissed his sister ; and although she did not know the ...
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... never too weary , when the day's toil was ended , to nurse her , and could their father and mother have returned some evening , they would have been both pleased and astonished , to see how naturally both Tom and Jenny adapted ...
... never too weary , when the day's toil was ended , to nurse her , and could their father and mother have returned some evening , they would have been both pleased and astonished , to see how naturally both Tom and Jenny adapted ...
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... never felt before . Twelve months had passed , bringing us again to the twentieth of September , the anniversary of their mother's death . Each child sat in the same place it had occupied one year ago , Jenny at Tom's request read the ...
... never felt before . Twelve months had passed , bringing us again to the twentieth of September , the anniversary of their mother's death . Each child sat in the same place it had occupied one year ago , Jenny at Tom's request read the ...
الصفحة 17
... never bother about such things . " " Shall you really go for a sailor ? " enquired Jenny . " I hope so , " answered he , looking anxiously at his brother Tom . " Well , " said Harry , " we might not be able to meet together every year ...
... never bother about such things . " " Shall you really go for a sailor ? " enquired Jenny . " I hope so , " answered he , looking anxiously at his brother Tom . " Well , " said Harry , " we might not be able to meet together every year ...
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Through Life and Beyond and Paul Fenton (1870) <span dir=ltr>Mrs F. Marshall Ward</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2009 |
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الصفحة 54 - And feel thy sovran vital lamp; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
الصفحة 62 - Dragged from among the horses feet, With dinted shield, and helmet beat, The falcon-crest and plumage gone, Can that be haughty Marmion ! . . Young...
الصفحة 81 - There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, There's a titter of winds 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.
الصفحة 86 - Oh! when the heart is full — when bitter thoughts Come crowding thickly up for utterance, And the poor common words of courtesy Are such a very mockery — how much The bursting heart may pour itself in prayer!
الصفحة 52 - Thy sinless land, Which eye hath never seen. Visions come and go; Shapes of resplendent beauty round me throng, From angel lips I seem to hear the flow Of soft and holy song.
الصفحة 56 - I not cast down. I am weak, yet strong ; I murmur not that I no longer see ; Poor, old, and helpless, I the more belong, Father Supreme ! to Thee.
الصفحة 91 - Lord ; wait patiently for Him ; and He will give thee Thy heart's desire.
الصفحة 56 - Paradise refresh my brow, That earth in darkness lies. In a purer clime My being fills with rapture, — waves of thought Roll in upon my spirit, — strains sublime Break over me unsought. Give me now my lyre ! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine: Within my bosom glows unearthly fire Lit by no skill of mine.