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... Baby's Visitor ............ Baby's Kiss , The ........ Bald Headed Man , The .. Bay Billy ... Beecher on Eggs .. Better in the Morning ... Bertha in the Lane .. Bessie Kendrick's Journey . " Births - Mrs . Meeks , of a Son " . Blue Sky ...
... Baby's Visitor ............ Baby's Kiss , The ........ Bald Headed Man , The .. Bay Billy ... Beecher on Eggs .. Better in the Morning ... Bertha in the Lane .. Bessie Kendrick's Journey . " Births - Mrs . Meeks , of a Son " . Blue Sky ...
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... baby Soon as dis weaf is done , An ' den I'll fow it at her- Oh , my ! my fead's all don ' ! Well , den , I'll tate dis wibbon Off of my old st'aw hat ; I sint mamma would let me ; I'll - oh , dear me ! what's dat ? I sought I did hear ...
... baby Soon as dis weaf is done , An ' den I'll fow it at her- Oh , my ! my fead's all don ' ! Well , den , I'll tate dis wibbon Off of my old st'aw hat ; I sint mamma would let me ; I'll - oh , dear me ! what's dat ? I sought I did hear ...
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... how each night She set Tom's poor heart aching . As once he left her at the door , " A thousand times good - night , " Sighed Mary , sweet as ne'er before . Poor Tom 90 BEST SELECTIONS Baby's Visitor Atlanta Constitution IX.
... how each night She set Tom's poor heart aching . As once he left her at the door , " A thousand times good - night , " Sighed Mary , sweet as ne'er before . Poor Tom 90 BEST SELECTIONS Baby's Visitor Atlanta Constitution IX.
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... . Still through our paltry stir and strife Glows down the wished ideal , And Longing moulds in clay what Life Carves in the marble real . To let the new life in , we know , NUMBER SEVEN . 118 Baby's Kiss, The G R Emerson IX.
... . Still through our paltry stir and strife Glows down the wished ideal , And Longing moulds in clay what Life Carves in the marble real . To let the new life in , we know , NUMBER SEVEN . 118 Baby's Kiss, The G R Emerson IX.
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... baby , a sweet little daughter , at that ; And all that have ever beheld her , declare she'll mature good and true , For her dear little presence looks holy , out of eyes of celestial blue ; " And husband and I are more trusting , more ...
... baby , a sweet little daughter , at that ; And all that have ever beheld her , declare she'll mature good and true , For her dear little presence looks holy , out of eyes of celestial blue ; " And husband and I are more trusting , more ...
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Стр. 69 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...
Стр. 29 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Стр. 96 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Стр. 115 - Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God. Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men.
Стр. 142 - Such an act, That blurs the grace and blush of modesty ; Calls virtue hypocrite ; takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows As false as dicers...
Стр. 178 - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love.
Стр. 133 - unto thee for this purpose, to make thee a minister and a witness both of these things which thou hast seen, and of those things in the which I will appear unto thee ; delivering thee from the people, and from the Gentiles, unto whom now I send thee, to open their eyes, and to turn them from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan unto God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins, and inheritance among them which are sanctified by faith that is in me.
Стр. 29 - Gave the lustre of midday to objects below; When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Стр. 36 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank; But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Стр. 145 - My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music : it is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word ; which madness Would gambol from.