The Mother's Assistant and Young Lady's Friend, 4-5. kötetDavid H. Ela, 1844 |
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3. oldal
... called to see Sophia were about to take their leave , they invited her to join them over the hill in their homeward walk . Sophia said , I can't go so far , for we haven't had breakfast yet , and the bell will ring pretty soon ; but if ...
... called to see Sophia were about to take their leave , they invited her to join them over the hill in their homeward walk . Sophia said , I can't go so far , for we haven't had breakfast yet , and the bell will ring pretty soon ; but if ...
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... called to leave this earthly scene , Then , when its gems look pale and mean , I'll say , when we to Heaven arise , ' These are my jewels , ' in the skies . " COME TO THE SAVIOR . " WRITTEN FOR THE 1844. ] 13 THESE ARE MY JEWELS .
... called to leave this earthly scene , Then , when its gems look pale and mean , I'll say , when we to Heaven arise , ' These are my jewels , ' in the skies . " COME TO THE SAVIOR . " WRITTEN FOR THE 1844. ] 13 THESE ARE MY JEWELS .
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... called from the world , and we cannot doubt has shared with Mary the blessed commendation , ' She hath done what she could . ' Contrasted with this humble disciple , how sadly do I think of an early acquaintance of mine . She was the ...
... called from the world , and we cannot doubt has shared with Mary the blessed commendation , ' She hath done what she could . ' Contrasted with this humble disciple , how sadly do I think of an early acquaintance of mine . She was the ...
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... , though sweetly solemn , were the petitions she uttered to her Father in heaven . My darling sickened . For a week , I called her illness slight . I could not fear that she , who clung to 24 [ FEBRUARY , 34 MY LITTLE DAUGHTER .
... , though sweetly solemn , were the petitions she uttered to her Father in heaven . My darling sickened . For a week , I called her illness slight . I could not fear that she , who clung to 24 [ FEBRUARY , 34 MY LITTLE DAUGHTER .
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... Called thy harvest work to leave , Pray , ere yet the dark hours be , Lift the heart and bend the knee , Lift the heart and bend the knee . # 2 Traveller , in the stranger's land , Far from thine own household band ; Mourner , haunted ...
... Called thy harvest work to leave , Pray , ere yet the dark hours be , Lift the heart and bend the knee , Lift the heart and bend the knee . # 2 Traveller , in the stranger's land , Far from thine own household band ; Mourner , haunted ...
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138. oldal - A General Dictionary of Geography, Descriptive, Physical, Statistical, and Historical ; forming a complete Gazetteer of the World. By A. KEITH JOHNSTON, FRSE 8vo. 31s. 6d. M'Culloch's Dictionary, Geographical, Statistical, and Historical, of the various Countries, Places, and principal Natural Objects in the World.
135. oldal - How small, of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure...
23. oldal - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
47. oldal - But chiefly Man the day of rest enjoys. Hail, SABBATH ! thee I hail, the poor man's day. On other days, the man of toil is doomed To eat his joyless bread, lonely ; the ground Both seat and board ; screened from the winter's cold.
42. oldal - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.
7. oldal - How dead the vegetable kingdom lies ! How dumb the tuneful ! Horror wide extends His desolate domain. Behold, fond man ! See here thy pictured life ; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, Thy sober Autumn fading into age, losi And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene.
95. oldal - With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
48. oldal - Traveller, in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band ; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone ; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell ; Sailor, on the darkening sea, Lift the heart and bend the knee.
95. oldal - Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
42. oldal - Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ! There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.