The Children's Bower; Or, What You Like, 1. kötetLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1858 |
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14. oldal
... tell you that you have only to read what St. Cyprian and the poet Commodien have recorded of the whole Christian society in their days . But God sends perse- cutions from time to time to the whole body of the faithful , and for the same ...
... tell you that you have only to read what St. Cyprian and the poet Commodien have recorded of the whole Christian society in their days . But God sends perse- cutions from time to time to the whole body of the faithful , and for the same ...
25. oldal
... tell of himself that is singular and new , perhaps as strange as it is tragical . If any one ask the cause which compelled the writers of such books to engage in literary composition , there is nothing probably which they can more ...
... tell of himself that is singular and new , perhaps as strange as it is tragical . If any one ask the cause which compelled the writers of such books to engage in literary composition , there is nothing probably which they can more ...
26. oldal
... tell of sorrows which involve deepest thoughts , which can awaken us to a sense of the beauty of those affec- tions of which men seem bent on not fully recognizing the dignity till they attain to the future life . Of course there are ...
... tell of sorrows which involve deepest thoughts , which can awaken us to a sense of the beauty of those affec- tions of which men seem bent on not fully recognizing the dignity till they attain to the future life . Of course there are ...
42. oldal
... tell us , are found as early as in the first or second week of January ; so soon does nature send us some cheerful harbinger , to hold out the promise of sunny days and genial showers , even in the wintry season , and these plants ...
... tell us , are found as early as in the first or second week of January ; so soon does nature send us some cheerful harbinger , to hold out the promise of sunny days and genial showers , even in the wintry season , and these plants ...
63. oldal
... tell you , not very easy to accomplish , when it is in such a position , to carry it to land , and place it gently at the owner's feet . It is to be feared , notwithstanding all our eloquence , that the subject of the first two chapters ...
... tell you , not very easy to accomplish , when it is in such a position , to carry it to land , and place it gently at the owner's feet . It is to be feared , notwithstanding all our eloquence , that the subject of the first two chapters ...
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110. oldal - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
2. oldal - twere with a defeated joy, With one auspicious and one dropping eye, With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole...
133. oldal - The season's glorious show, Nor would its brightness shine for me, Nor its wild music flow ; But if, around my place of sleep, The friends I love should come to weep, They might not haste to go. Soft airs, and song, and light, and bloom, Should keep them lingering by my tomb.
127. oldal - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
6. oldal - There, in that silent room below, The dead lay in his shroud of snow; And in the hush that followed the prayer, Was heard the old clock on the stair, — ' ' Forever — never ! Never — forever! " All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, " Ah ! when shall they all meet again...
184. oldal - Shrink and consume my heart, as heat the scroll; And wrath has left its scar — that fire of hell Has left its frightful scar upon my soul. Yet though thou wear'st the glory of the sky, Wilt thou not keep the same beloved name, The same fair thoughtful brow, and gentle eye, Lovelier in heaven's sweet climate, yet the same...
124. oldal - Twill soon be Winter now. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And what will this poor Robin do? For pinching days are near. The fireside for the cricket, The wheat-stack for the mouse, When trembling night-winds whistle And moan all round the house. The frosty ways like iron, The branches plumed with snow, — Alas! in Winter dead and dark, Where can poor Robin go? Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And a crumb of bread for Robin, His little heart to cheer!
140. oldal - When from thy cheerful eyes a ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet fore-warning?
11. oldal - And last, Man's Life on earth, Glide to thy dim dominions, and are bound. Thou hast my better years ; Thou hast my earlier friends, the good, the kind, Yielded to thee with tears — The venerable form, the exalted mind. My spirit yearns to bring The lost ones back — yearns with desire intense, And struggles hard to wring Thy bolts apart, and pluck thy captives thence.
125. oldal - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I ; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up. Make the most of life you may ; Life is short, and wears away. " Both alike are mine and thine, Hastening quick to their decline ; Thine's a summer, mine no more, Though repeated to threescore ; Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one.