Neddy Bruce, with poems English and Scotch1881 |
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... heart that warmly bids thee , hail ! Thine is a land of minstrels and of song ; Her straths and glens have echoed to the chimes Of their wild music from primæval times , Nor could they brook disloyalty or wrong . Since , ye have reached ...
... heart that warmly bids thee , hail ! Thine is a land of minstrels and of song ; Her straths and glens have echoed to the chimes Of their wild music from primæval times , Nor could they brook disloyalty or wrong . Since , ye have reached ...
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... hearts . Willie had reached his eighth year , and was likewise a sweet and interesting child - the hero , the philo- sopher , and the chatter - box of the home circle . There was little cessation in his prattle ; and sharp and inquiring ...
... hearts . Willie had reached his eighth year , and was likewise a sweet and interesting child - the hero , the philo- sopher , and the chatter - box of the home circle . There was little cessation in his prattle ; and sharp and inquiring ...
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... hearts to Him . Willie , do as I have said , and you may place a chair for Him , as you wish . " Willie spent the remainder of the day in happy anticipa- tion , and Mary also was pleased , although her years in seniority had very justly ...
... hearts to Him . Willie , do as I have said , and you may place a chair for Him , as you wish . " Willie spent the remainder of the day in happy anticipa- tion , and Mary also was pleased , although her years in seniority had very justly ...
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... heart , leaving all she had here to little Neddy , and that was her Bible and her blessing . Few and evil had the years of her life been , and fewer still were the tears shed over that pauper's grave , where she had now found rest ; but ...
... heart , leaving all she had here to little Neddy , and that was her Bible and her blessing . Few and evil had the years of her life been , and fewer still were the tears shed over that pauper's grave , where she had now found rest ; but ...
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... heart , or to beg - and that , storm or no storm , bread or no bread — the livelong day for money , which his unnatural parent expended in drink , and almost drink alone . Night after night , often hungry and footsore , would Neddy ...
... heart , or to beg - and that , storm or no storm , bread or no bread — the livelong day for money , which his unnatural parent expended in drink , and almost drink alone . Night after night , often hungry and footsore , would Neddy ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ACROSTIC auld beaming beautiful sea blessed bread which perisheth bright bright promise brow Canongate country or faith Craigour Hall dark dear death Denison divine doon doth dream drink E'en earth earthly Edward Bruce fair faith to defy father flowers frae friends gentle sister Peace glory God's grace grave guest Hail our gentle hame Happy Land Hardcastle hath heart heaven holy Jesus JOHN HEYWOOD lassie life's look mamma Mary maun midst Miss Lydia Miss Spearwinkle Monody morning ne'er neath Neddy Bruce Never mind nigh o'er Onward through brief papa precious rest round Sabbath Saviour seem'd shining sing slumbers smile soon sorrow soul Sunday school Susan sweet tell thee thine things thou thought Thraldom in country thro truth Twas warl weary Willie winds yonder youth
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Página 41 - There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given ; There rays divine...
Página 41 - Tis found above — in heaven. There is a soft, a downy bed, 'Tis fair as breath of even ; A couch for weary mortals spread, Where they may rest the aching head, And find repose...
Página 28 - God is a Spirit, infinite, eternal, and unchangeable, in his being, wisdom, power, holiness, justice, goodness, and truth.
Página 17 - I stand at the door and knock : if any man hear my voice, and opeu the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me ;
Página 20 - ... been washed and made white in the blood of the Lamb.
Página 106 - Ah ! sad is thy state, And dark is thy path ; Yet it is not too late To flee from God's wrath. Though by thy own story, Thou ow'st not the world, For forgetting His glory, His fury is hurl'd. Make haste to the Cross, Tis better than gold ; Who fails it his loss Can never be told.
Página 105 - MERCHANT. I. SURROUNDED with fears, In darkness I seem; Fast falling, my tears Out-gush like a stream. My conscience is stinging, And will not be still ; For to self I am clinging, With all my self-will. What, then, must I do ? I cannot...
Página 38 - Father, which hath sent me, draw him. Him that cometh unto me I will in no wise cast out.