Hymns for Mothers and Children, Volume 1Walker, Wise, 1861 |
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... and we prepare Their souls and ours to meet in happy air , A child , a friend , a wife whose soft heart sings In unison with ours , breathing its future wings . LEIGH HUNT . 23 PART II . FOR YOUNG CHILDREN . 66 FROM WILLIE.
... and we prepare Their souls and ours to meet in happy air , A child , a friend , a wife whose soft heart sings In unison with ours , breathing its future wings . LEIGH HUNT . 23 PART II . FOR YOUNG CHILDREN . 66 FROM WILLIE.
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... breath can stir But he's up with a whirr ! And a big bow - wow gives he ; And , with tail on end , He'll the house defend Far better than lock or key . When we sleep sound , He takes his round , A sentry o'er us all . Through the long ...
... breath can stir But he's up with a whirr ! And a big bow - wow gives he ; And , with tail on end , He'll the house defend Far better than lock or key . When we sleep sound , He takes his round , A sentry o'er us all . Through the long ...
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... breath , see the candle shines bright , And burns with a clear and steady light ; - Books have we to read , but that half stifled knell , Alas ! ' tis the sound of the eight o'clock bell . Come , now we'll to bed ! and when we are there ...
... breath , see the candle shines bright , And burns with a clear and steady light ; - Books have we to read , but that half stifled knell , Alas ! ' tis the sound of the eight o'clock bell . Come , now we'll to bed ! and when we are there ...
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... breath the breezes I perfume , And gladden all things with my rainbow dyes . The bee comes sipping , every eventide , His dainty fill ; The butterfly within my cup doth hide From threatening ill . " " Not to myself alone , " The ...
... breath the breezes I perfume , And gladden all things with my rainbow dyes . The bee comes sipping , every eventide , His dainty fill ; The butterfly within my cup doth hide From threatening ill . " " Not to myself alone , " The ...
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... breathe ? In his own words we Christ adore ; But angels , as we speak , Higher above our meaning soar Than we o'er children weak . And yet his words mean more than they , And yet he owns their praise ; O , think not that he turns away ...
... breathe ? In his own words we Christ adore ; But angels , as we speak , Higher above our meaning soar Than we o'er children weak . And yet his words mean more than they , And yet he owns their praise ; O , think not that he turns away ...
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ALEXANDER SMART angels bairns BAREFOOT BOY beautiful beneath bird bless Bob-o'-link breast breath bright CAVE OF ADULLAM CHARLES LAMB chee Christ cold creeping everywhere danced with grace dark dear doth earth Father fear flowers fly away home FOLLEN forgive friends gentle give grace green Gretchen hands happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Heaven's gate heavenly holy HYMN JACK FROST JANE TAYLOR Jesus kind kiss Lady Moon lambs leaves light Little Bell little child little children little Dandelion little tree live look Lord MARY HOWITT MARY LAMB merry morning mother nest never night o'er Oak-tree play poor praise pray prayer Robert of Lincoln round Saviour shining sing sleep smile snow song soul speak stars stole sunshine sweet te-whit tell thee There's thine things thou thought to-day unto voice wake watch weary wings word wouldst YEAR'S EVE
Passagens conhecidas
Página 276 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Página 265 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Página 267 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Página 266 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Página 184 - Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Página 72 - THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God Himself is found.
Página 227 - CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill!
Página 266 - Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!' A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered with a sigh, Excelsior! ,Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
Página 184 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
Página 225 - PAUSE not to dream of the future before us; Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o'er us; Hark, how Creation's deep, musical chorus, Unintermitting, goes up into heaven ! Never the ocean wave falters in flowing ; Never the little seed stops in its growing; More and more richly the rose-heart keeps glowing, Till from its nourishing stem it is riven. " Labor is worship ! " — the robin is singing ; "Labor is worship!