Chronicles of a Pioneer School from 1792 to 1833: Being the History of Miss Sarah Pierce and Her Litchfield School

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University Press, 1903 - 465 oldal
 

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246. oldal - O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight— Where are those dreamers now? One midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream, is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. One...
220. oldal - And the LORD said, I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air; for it repenteth me that I have made them.
243. oldal - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.
65. oldal - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
220. oldal - And the LORD said unto Noah, Come thou and all thy house into the ark; for thee have I seen righteous before me in this generation.
243. oldal - And oh, when I have safely past Through every conflict but the last, Still, still unchanging, watch beside My painful bed — for thou hast died , Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away.
246. oldal - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are drest Above the noble slain ; He wrapt his colours round his breast On a blood-red field of Spain.
220. oldal - GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land: I am weak, but thou art mighty ; Hold me with thy powerful hand : Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more.
246. oldal - He wrapt his colours round his breast, On a blood-red field of Spain. And one — o'er her the myrtle showers • Its leaves, by soft winds fann'd ; She faded midst Italian flowers, — The last of that bright band.
155. oldal - EPIGRAM, Engraved on the Collar of a Dog which I gave to his Royal Highness. I AM his Highness' dog at Kew: Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you ? EPIGRAM, Occasioned by an Invitation to Court.

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