Melodies for ChildhoodThomas N. Stanford, 1857 - 260 páginas |
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... feet As through an open door . Just as the broadest rivers run From small and distant springs , The greatest crimes that men have done , Have grown from little things . THE ORPHAN . 17 THE ORPHAN . My father and 16 MELODIES FOR ...
... feet As through an open door . Just as the broadest rivers run From small and distant springs , The greatest crimes that men have done , Have grown from little things . THE ORPHAN . 17 THE ORPHAN . My father and 16 MELODIES FOR ...
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... feet have trod , And I reign in glory now . No aching heart is here , No keen and thrilling pain , No wasted cheek , where the frequent tear Hath rolled and left its stain . I have found the joys of heaven ; I am one of the angel band ...
... feet have trod , And I reign in glory now . No aching heart is here , No keen and thrilling pain , No wasted cheek , where the frequent tear Hath rolled and left its stain . I have found the joys of heaven ; I am one of the angel band ...
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... feet , Pacing life's dark journey through , Now have reached that heavenly seat They had ever kept in view ? " " I from Greenland's frozen land ; " 9 " I from India's sultry plain ; " I from Afric's barren sand ; " I from islands in the ...
... feet , Pacing life's dark journey through , Now have reached that heavenly seat They had ever kept in view ? " " I from Greenland's frozen land ; " 9 " I from India's sultry plain ; " I from Afric's barren sand ; " I from islands in the ...
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... feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart , with influence sweet , Is upward drawn to God ! By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay ; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away . And soon , too ...
... feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart , with influence sweet , Is upward drawn to God ! By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay ; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away . And soon , too ...
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... feet ! Surely He must loving be Who made such tender things as ye . Little children , would you know Who has made us live and grow , Who has given our pleasant smell , Who has kept us all so well , LIFE - SCULPTURE . Who has given us ...
... feet ! Surely He must loving be Who made such tender things as ye . Little children , would you know Who has made us live and grow , Who has given our pleasant smell , Who has kept us all so well , LIFE - SCULPTURE . Who has given us ...
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angels Art Thou BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beautiful bless Bob-o'-link bread breast breath bright bright eyes brother canst chee cheerful cherries are ripe Cheshire cheese chick-a-de-de Christian child cold dark darling dear earth eyes Father fear flowers gentle grace grass green hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven heaven's gate holy hour HYMN Jack Frost JANE TAYLOR JESUS kind Kitten kneel lambs light little bird little child little children little girl live look LORD love Lucy Mabel MARY HOWITT merry morning mother nest never night o'er PET LAMB play porringer praise pray prayer pretty rest Robert of Lincoln round SAVIOUR sharpen your teeth shining sing sleep smile snow song soon soul Squirrel stars summer sure sweet tear tell thank Thee Thine things thought to-day tree voice warm watch wind wings wish word young وو
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Página 111 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them. " And often after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer And eat my supper there. " The first that died was Sister Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away.
Página 57 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 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 186 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Página 26 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Página 147 - What ails thee, Young One ? what ? Why pull so at thy cord? Is it not well with thee ? well both for bed and board ? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be; Rest, little Young One, rest; what is't that aileth thee ? "What is it thou wouldst seek?
Página 178 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Página 184 - 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...
Página 37 - I think when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How he called little children as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then.
Página 145 - THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink ; I heard a voice ; it said, " Drink, pretty Creature, drink ! " And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied A snow-white mountain Lamb with a Maiden at its side. No other sheep were near, the Lamb was all alone, And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone ; With one knee on the grass did the little Maiden kneel, While to that mountain Lamb she gave its evening meal.
Página 168 - With fragments strewed the sea ! With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing that perished there, Was that young faithful heart.