Hymns for Mothers and Children, Том 1Walker, Wise, 1861 |
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... NEST THE BEETLE GIVE AS YOU'D TAKE THE BIRD'S FUNERAL MY FATHER . MY MOTHER THE DOCTOR THE HAND - POST 50 · 53 Choice Poems . Mrs. Gilman .. Alexander Rodger . Songs from the German . 54 58 • 59 • 60 Ann Taylor . • 61 Ann Taylor ! 62 ...
... NEST THE BEETLE GIVE AS YOU'D TAKE THE BIRD'S FUNERAL MY FATHER . MY MOTHER THE DOCTOR THE HAND - POST 50 · 53 Choice Poems . Mrs. Gilman .. Alexander Rodger . Songs from the German . 54 58 • 59 • 60 Ann Taylor . • 61 Ann Taylor ! 62 ...
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... nest ; For they dearly loved each other , Though they loved their mother best . " Coo , " said the little doves ... nest , - Do you love one another ? Are you kind , are you gentle , As children ought to be ? Then the happiest of nests ...
... nest ; For they dearly loved each other , Though they loved their mother best . " Coo , " said the little doves ... nest , - Do you love one another ? Are you kind , are you gentle , As children ought to be ? Then the happiest of nests ...
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... nests ; Is it ? it can't be you ! That bad boy can't be you ! A girl there is , — a girl I know , — - And I could love her too , But that she is so proud and vain ; Is it ? it can't be you ! - That surely is n't you ! MRS . GOODWIN ...
... nests ; Is it ? it can't be you ! That bad boy can't be you ! A girl there is , — a girl I know , — - And I could love her too , But that she is so proud and vain ; Is it ? it can't be you ! - That surely is n't you ! MRS . GOODWIN ...
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... nest , The daisies have shut up their sweet , sleepy eyes , And the bees and the birds are at 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 ...
... nest , The daisies have shut up their sweet , sleepy eyes , And the bees and the birds are at 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 ...
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... his eye on the tree , He said to himself , " O , how nice they would be , So cool and refreshing to - day ! The tree is so full , and I'd only take one , 53 54 WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S - NEST ? And old Rückert Jane Taylor THE APPLE-TREE.
... his eye on the tree , He said to himself , " O , how nice they would be , So cool and refreshing to - day ! The tree is so full , and I'd only take one , 53 54 WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S - NEST ? And old Rückert Jane Taylor THE APPLE-TREE.
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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
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Стр. 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!
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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!