Neddy Bruce, with poems English and Scotch1881 |
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... hours of evening . As may readily be imagined , she was one of those good things which rendered her parents glad , and they tenderly enshrined her the first - born joy of their hearts . Willie had reached his eighth year , and was ...
... hours of evening . As may readily be imagined , she was one of those good things which rendered her parents glad , and they tenderly enshrined her the first - born joy of their hearts . Willie had reached his eighth year , and was ...
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... hours at last shaded into twilight , and thence into darkness ; and when the evening hymns were sung , sleep kindly threw his soft arms around them , as the delightful thought dwelt in their minds that the gentle Jesus would be their ...
... hours at last shaded into twilight , and thence into darkness ; and when the evening hymns were sung , sleep kindly threw his soft arms around them , as the delightful thought dwelt in their minds that the gentle Jesus would be their ...
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... hour when Mr. Denison was usually looked for . " Do you see papa coming yet , Mary ? " said Willie , as he finished his morning lessons . " Perhaps , " he continued , " he may bring Jesus with him . " " Possibly he may , " replied Mary ...
... hour when Mr. Denison was usually looked for . " Do you see papa coming yet , Mary ? " said Willie , as he finished his morning lessons . " Perhaps , " he continued , " he may bring Jesus with him . " " Possibly he may , " replied Mary ...
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... hour , for the purpose which shall soon be known ; prompted , besides , by the practical bearing of his Christianity , and the loving kindness of his heart . Hearing the hall door being opened , he , aware of who it was , immediately ...
... hour , for the purpose which shall soon be known ; prompted , besides , by the practical bearing of his Christianity , and the loving kindness of his heart . Hearing the hall door being opened , he , aware of who it was , immediately ...
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... hour of peaceful rest To mourning wand'rers given ; There is a joy for souls distress'd , A balm for ev'ry wounded breast : " Tis found above in heaven ! " There is a home for weary souls , By sin and sorrow driv'n ; When toss'd on ...
... hour of peaceful rest To mourning wand'rers given ; There is a joy for souls distress'd , A balm for ev'ry wounded breast : " Tis found above in heaven ! " There is a home for weary souls , By sin and sorrow driv'n ; When toss'd on ...
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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.