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Стр. 48 - And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : " Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." " Come, wander with me," she said, " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God.
Стр. 190 - Then the little Hiawatha, Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets,, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens.
Стр. 52 - FATHER of all ! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord ! Thou great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind...
Стр. 29 - Murder? Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is ; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Стр. 396 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Стр. 392 - Say a day, without the ever : No, no, Orlando; men are April when they woo, December when they wed : maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Стр. 362 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Стр. 361 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
Стр. 158 - And they brought -young children to him, that he should touch them; and his disciples rebuked those that brought them. But when Jesus saw it, he was much displeased, and said unto them, Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of God. Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein. And he took them up in his arms, put his hands upon them, and blessed them.