The Mother's Assistant and Young Lady's Friend, 4-5. kötetDavid H. Ela, 1844 |
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... fear of God to conquer her spirit . I will pass over the many rude acts of my wayward sister , until her tenth birthday , when the circumstance to which I refer , occurred . On that day our good aunt Sophia sent my sister , as a birth ...
... fear of God to conquer her spirit . I will pass over the many rude acts of my wayward sister , until her tenth birthday , when the circumstance to which I refer , occurred . On that day our good aunt Sophia sent my sister , as a birth ...
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... fears . Oh , no , I hope not , my dear ; but I am afraid his head is injured . You may ask your father to come to me , and then you had better go to school . ' Again I reached the room , where , a short time before , I had been forbid ...
... fears . Oh , no , I hope not , my dear ; but I am afraid his head is injured . You may ask your father to come to me , and then you had better go to school . ' Again I reached the room , where , a short time before , I had been forbid ...
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... fear I will cost so much . You have wronged us all . You have wounded our hearts in their tenderest place , but most have you injured the innocent little brother , who always loved you so well . You cannot ask his forgiveness now ; but ...
... fear I will cost so much . You have wronged us all . You have wounded our hearts in their tenderest place , but most have you injured the innocent little brother , who always loved you so well . You cannot ask his forgiveness now ; but ...
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... fears of our physician were realized . The inflammation caused by the fall had resulted in a brain fever . Sophia was permitted to watch beside Willy's bed and to wait upon my mother . It was painfully affecting to see her kiss , again ...
... fears of our physician were realized . The inflammation caused by the fall had resulted in a brain fever . Sophia was permitted to watch beside Willy's bed and to wait upon my mother . It was painfully affecting to see her kiss , again ...
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... fears , Where souls are lost and won- He sighs , and weeps , and stops his ears , And journeys meekly on . Whate'er the road , or wind , or weather , Fierce sun or freezing blast , He travels on , nor cares a feather , So resteth he at ...
... fears , Where souls are lost and won- He sighs , and weeps , and stops his ears , And journeys meekly on . Whate'er the road , or wind , or weather , Fierce sun or freezing blast , He travels on , nor cares a feather , So resteth he at ...
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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.