Hymns for Mothers and Children, Bind 1Walker, Wise, 1861 - 287 sider |
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... compared with your caresses , And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems , And all the rest are dead . LONGFELLOW . PART I. CHILDREN . THE BABY . ANDREW - FILMR.
... compared with your caresses , And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems , And all the rest are dead . LONGFELLOW . PART I. CHILDREN . THE BABY . ANDREW - FILMR.
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... rest . Lady bird ! lady bird ! fly away home , The glow - worm is lighting her lamp , The dew's falling fast , and your finc speckled wings Will be wet with the close - clinging damp . THE WATCH - DOG . Lady bird ! lady bird LADY BIRD.
... rest . Lady bird ! lady bird ! fly away home , The glow - worm is lighting her lamp , The dew's falling fast , and your finc speckled wings Will be wet with the close - clinging damp . THE WATCH - DOG . Lady bird ! lady bird LADY BIRD.
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... rest , Such lovely dress to them is lent . Might I bring one more wish to pass , I would have my leaves of the clearest glass . " The little tree sleeps again at dark , And wakes with the early light ; And now its glass leaves you may ...
... rest , Such lovely dress to them is lent . Might I bring one more wish to pass , I would have my leaves of the clearest glass . " The little tree sleeps again at dark , And wakes with the early light ; And now its glass leaves you may ...
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... rest . ” And now , with udders full , Forth a wild she - goat sprung , Seeking for herbs to pull , To feed her young . She sees the leaves , nor makes much talk , But strips all clear to the very stalk . The little tree again is bare ...
... rest . ” And now , with udders full , Forth a wild she - goat sprung , Seeking for herbs to pull , To feed her young . She sees the leaves , nor makes much talk , But strips all clear to the very stalk . The little tree again is bare ...
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... rest , And on my cheek sweet kisses pressed ? My mother . When sleep forsook my open eye , Who was it sang sweet lullaby , And rocked me that I should not cry ? My mother . Who sat and watched my infant head , When sleeping on my cradle ...
... rest , And on my cheek sweet kisses pressed ? My mother . When sleep forsook my open eye , Who was it sang sweet lullaby , And rocked me that I should not cry ? My mother . Who sat and watched my infant head , When sleeping on my cradle ...
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ALEXANDER SMART angels bairns BAREFOOT BOY beautiful beneath bird bless Bob-o'-link breath bright CAVE OF ADULLAM CHARLES LAMB chee Christ clouds cold creeping everywhere danced with grace dark dear doth earth eyes Father fear feet flowers fly away home folded FOLLEN friends gentle give glad 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 Shepherd of Israel shining sing sleep smile snow song soul speak stars sunshine sweet tell thee There's thine things thou thought unto wake watch weary wings word wouldst YEAR'S EVE
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Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 278 - In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.
Side 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!
Side 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!
Side 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...
Side 266 - 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...
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 197 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,