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Página 52 - And he said, While the child was yet alive, I fasted and wept: for I said, Who can tell whether God will be gracious to me, that the child may live? But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.
Página 51 - Is the child dead? And they said, He is dead. 20 Then David arose from the earth, and washed, and anointed himself, and changed his apparel, and came into the house of the Lord, and worshipped: then he came to his own house; and when he required, they set bread before him, and he did eat.
Página 7 - Lives of the Queens of Scotland, and English Princesses connected with the Regal Succession of Great Britain.
Página 18 - Do what I may, go where I will, Thou meet'st my sight; There dost thou glide before me still — A form of light! I feel thy breath upon my cheek, I see thee smile, I hear thee speak, Till oh! my heart is like to break, Casa Wappy! Methinks thou smil'st before me now, With glance of stealth; The hair thrown back from thy full brow, In buoyant health : I see thine eyes' deep violet light, Thy dimpled cheek carnatiou'd bright, Thy clasping arms so round and white, Casa Wappy!
Página 16 - And hast thou sought thy heavenly home, Our fond, dear boy — The realms where sorrow dare not come, Where life is joy? Pure at thy death as at thy birth, Thy spirit caught no taint from earth ; Even by its bliss, we mete our...
Página 20 - And though, perchance, a smile may gleam Of casual mirth, It doth not own, whate'er may seem, An inward birth : We miss thy small step on the stair ; We miss thee at thine evening prayer ; All day we miss thee — everywhere — Casa Wappy ! Snows muffled earth when thou did'st go, In life's spring-bloom, Down to the appointed house below — The silent tomb.
Página 21 - tis sweet balm to our despair, Fond, fairest boy, That heaven is God's, and thou art there, With Him in joy : There past are death and all...
Página 63 - Like long-link'd, shadeless months of Polar light ; Like Music floating o'er a waveless lake, While Echo answers from the flowery brake : Weep not for her ! Weep not for her ! — She died in early youth, Ere Hope had lost its rich romantic hues ; When human bosoms seem'd the homes of truth, And earth still gleam'd with beauty's radiant dews.