The Mother's Assistant and Young Lady's Friend, 4-5. kötetDavid H. Ela, 1844 |
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2. oldal
... tears of this lowly vale will invade her ransomed spirit no more . Memory , ever faithful to her charge , arrayed before me the cherished past , and among her jewelled treasures , my heart rested on one , only one painful scene , which ...
... tears of this lowly vale will invade her ransomed spirit no more . Memory , ever faithful to her charge , arrayed before me the cherished past , and among her jewelled treasures , my heart rested on one , only one painful scene , which ...
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... tears were soon dried ; but he laid his head languidly upon my bosom . I bore him to my mother's room , and laid him ... tear filled her eye , while she smiled to dissipate my fears . Oh , no , I hope not , my dear ; but I am afraid his ...
... tears were soon dried ; but he laid his head languidly upon my bosom . I bore him to my mother's room , and laid him ... tear filled her eye , while she smiled to dissipate my fears . Oh , no , I hope not , my dear ; but I am afraid his ...
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... tears , and I wept with her . Gently disengaging her embrace , and putting my arm round the waist of my wretched ... tear from his manly cheek , and folded her to his heart . Yes , I forgive you , my dear child , and sincerely regret ...
... tears , and I wept with her . Gently disengaging her embrace , and putting my arm round the waist of my wretched ... tear from his manly cheek , and folded her to his heart . Yes , I forgive you , my dear child , and sincerely regret ...
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... saying , ' O pretty posies . ' The big tear- drops trembled in Sophia's eye as she gave them to him . My mother drew her to her bosom and spoke words of consolation 1 to her heart . From that day he grew 6 [ JANUARY , THE BROKEN VASE .
... saying , ' O pretty posies . ' The big tear- drops trembled in Sophia's eye as she gave them to him . My mother drew her to her bosom and spoke words of consolation 1 to her heart . From that day he grew 6 [ JANUARY , THE BROKEN VASE .
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... Tears glistened in her sunken , gray eye , and even the white hairs which were scattered on the forehead , as Mary afterward declared , seemed like a halo around that dry , withered face , resplendent with the emotions of a thankful ...
... Tears glistened in her sunken , gray eye , and even the white hairs which were scattered on the forehead , as Mary afterward declared , seemed like a halo around that dry , withered face , resplendent with the emotions of a thankful ...
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affection Amelia beautiful BERNARD BARTON Bible blessed bosom Boston bright brother brow character CHARLES HOLDEN child Christian Dairyman's Daughter daughter dear death deep delightful duty early earth Edith exclaimed face faith father fear feel felt flowers girl give hand happy hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour husband influence interest Jane Jesus kind lady Land of Israel Laura live look Lord LOWELL MASON marriage Mary mind morning mother Mother's Assistant mother's smile never night o'er pain parents passed pearlash pleasure poor pray prayer religion replied Sabbath Sabbath school Saviour scene seemed selfishness sick sister smile soon sorrow soul spirit sweet taste tears tell tender thee things thou thought tion voice weep wife William Thom Willie wish words Written York City Young Lady's Friend youth
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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.