Light on Little GravesAmerican Sunday-School Union, 1848 - 144 páginas |
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... close o'er thee , Amid the slumberers who waken not ? Mother , loved mother ! I am not sleeping ; Father ! look up to the soft blue sky , Where the glittering stars bright watch are keeping , Singing and shining — there am I. Warm was ...
... close o'er thee , Amid the slumberers who waken not ? Mother , loved mother ! I am not sleeping ; Father ! look up to the soft blue sky , Where the glittering stars bright watch are keeping , Singing and shining — there am I. Warm was ...
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... close my eyes on death . Blessings , endless , richest blessings , Pour their streams upon thy heart ! ( Though no language yet possessing ) Breathes my spirit ere we part . Yet to leave thee sorrowing grieves me , Though again his ...
... close my eyes on death . Blessings , endless , richest blessings , Pour their streams upon thy heart ! ( Though no language yet possessing ) Breathes my spirit ere we part . Yet to leave thee sorrowing grieves me , Though again his ...
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... close beside the win- dow bars , Then seemed to go right up to heaven , and die among the stars . So now I think my time is near , I trust it is , I know The blessed music went the way my soul will have to go ; But for myself , indeed ...
... close beside the win- dow bars , Then seemed to go right up to heaven , and die among the stars . So now I think my time is near , I trust it is , I know The blessed music went the way my soul will have to go ; But for myself , indeed ...
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... exquisite than on his placid brow To trace the glow of health , and drink at dawn The thrilling lustre of his waking smile ? Go ask that musing father , why yon grave , So narrow , and so noteless , might not close 'Twas but a Babe!
... exquisite than on his placid brow To trace the glow of health , and drink at dawn The thrilling lustre of his waking smile ? Go ask that musing father , why yon grave , So narrow , and so noteless , might not close 'Twas but a Babe!
Página 52
So narrow , and so noteless , might not close Without a tear ? And though his lips be mute , Feeling the poverty of speech , to give Fit answer to thee , still his pallid brow , And the deep agonizing prayer that loads Midnight , dark ...
So narrow , and so noteless , might not close Without a tear ? And though his lips be mute , Feeling the poverty of speech , to give Fit answer to thee , still his pallid brow , And the deep agonizing prayer that loads Midnight , dark ...
Términos y frases comunes
afflicted angel arms babe BARRY CORNWALL beams beautiful blessed blest blind boy bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow CAROLINE BOWLES cheer CHERUB BAND clasp cradle dark dead dear death doth earth earthly evermore face fair Father feel first-born flowers fond gazed gentle glad grief grieve hand happy happy day hath hear heart heaven holy hope INFANT kiss lamb LEIGH HUNT little baby little children LITTLE GRAVES little lonely grave look morning mournful mother murmur ne'er neath never night nursling o'er thy pain pale peace perfect bliss pray prayer quiet round seraphs sigh silent sing sister sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring sunny sweet tears tender thee thou art thou wert thought thy little thy rest tomb tree Twas Twill voice wake watch weep whisper wild Williams Haynes wings YEAR'S EVE
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Página 109 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Página 85 - I have naught that is fair ?" saith he ; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Página 98 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Página 46 - O sweet is the new violet, that comes beneath the skies, And sweeter is the young lamb's voice to me that cannot rise, And sweet is all the land about, and all the flowers that blow, And sweeter far is death than life to me that long to go.
Página 85 - They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care ; And saints upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Página 75 - MOTHER, how still the baby lies ! I cannot hear his breath ; I cannot see his laughing eyes — They tell me this is death. My little work I thought to bring, And sat down by his bed, And pleasantly I tried to sing — They hushed me — he is dead. They say that he again will rise, More beautiful than now ; That God will bless him in the skies — 0, mother, tell me how...
Página 47 - All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call; It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all; The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll, And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.
Página 85 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. My Lord has need of these flowerets gay, The Reaper said, and smiled : Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
Página 106 - The food for grave inquiring speech he everywhere doth find: Strange questions doth he ask of me, when we together walk ; He scarcely thinks as children think, or talks as children talk ; Nor cares he much for childish sports, dotes not on bat or ball, But looks on manhood's ways and works, and aptly mimics all. His little heart is busy still, and oftentimes perplext With thoughts about this world of ours, and thoughts about the next...
Página 42 - To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; And the New-year's coming up, mother, but I shall never see The blossom on the blackthorn, the leaf upon the tree.