Hymns for Mothers and Children, Volumen1Walker, Wise, 1861 |
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... EVERYWHERE , everywhere , Like the butterfly's silver wings , That are seen by all in the summer air , We meet with these beautiful things ! And the low , sweet lisp of the baby child By a thousand hills is heard , And the voice of the ...
... EVERYWHERE , everywhere , Like the butterfly's silver wings , That are seen by all in the summer air , We meet with these beautiful things ! And the low , sweet lisp of the baby child By a thousand hills is heard , And the voice of the ...
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... everywhere ! They tell us that old Earth no more By angel feet is trod , They bring not now as they brought of yore The oracles of God . O , each of these young human flowers God's own high message bears , And we are walking all our ...
... everywhere ! They tell us that old Earth no more By angel feet is trod , They bring not now as they brought of yore The oracles of God . O , each of these young human flowers God's own high message bears , And we are walking all our ...
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... everywhere . THE BEGGAR . A BEGGAR through the world am I , From place to place I wander by . Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me , For Christ's sweet sake and charity ! KEBLE . THE BEGGAR . A little of thy steadfastness , Rounded THE BEGGAR.
... everywhere . THE BEGGAR . A BEGGAR through the world am I , From place to place I wander by . Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me , For Christ's sweet sake and charity ! KEBLE . THE BEGGAR . A little of thy steadfastness , Rounded THE BEGGAR.
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... everywhere : By the dusty road - side , On the sunny hill - side , Close by the noisy brook , In every shady nook , I come creeping , creeping everywhere . 80 THE SONG OF THE GRASS . Here I come WOULD THE SONG OF THE GRASS.
... everywhere : By the dusty road - side , On the sunny hill - side , Close by the noisy brook , In every shady nook , I come creeping , creeping everywhere . 80 THE SONG OF THE GRASS . Here I come WOULD THE SONG OF THE GRASS.
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... everywhere . Here I come , creeping , creeping everywhere : In the noisy city street My pleasant face you'll meet , Cheering the sick at heart , Toiling his busy part , Silently creeping , creeping everywhere . Here I come , creeping ...
... everywhere . Here I come , creeping , creeping everywhere : In the noisy city street My pleasant face you'll meet , Cheering the sick at heart , Toiling his busy part , Silently creeping , creeping everywhere . Here I come , creeping ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 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!
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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!