Neddy Bruce, with poems English and Scotch1881 |
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... look at long and intently , with his nose flattened against the glass , in the grocers ' windows . It was a tangible affair this , and he was promptly assisted by Willie to one of the golden fruit , while Mary , in the love of her ...
... look at long and intently , with his nose flattened against the glass , in the grocers ' windows . It was a tangible affair this , and he was promptly assisted by Willie to one of the golden fruit , while Mary , in the love of her ...
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... look , as she seemed to cling to these promises as her only support and hope . After a few minutes of doubt and trembling , she was enabled to embrace Jesus afresh , and rejoiced : " He is come again . Jesus died , and I trust Him ...
... look , as she seemed to cling to these promises as her only support and hope . After a few minutes of doubt and trembling , she was enabled to embrace Jesus afresh , and rejoiced : " He is come again . Jesus died , and I trust Him ...
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... look at some flowers Willie had brought and placed within her view . She delighted in those gifts from her heavenly Father's hand ; but oh , how emblematic of herself , soon to wither and to die ! or , shall we not say rather , that she ...
... look at some flowers Willie had brought and placed within her view . She delighted in those gifts from her heavenly Father's hand ; but oh , how emblematic of herself , soon to wither and to die ! or , shall we not say rather , that she ...
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... look her best . " Miss Spearwinkle , " said Mr. Hardcastle , after a short pause , " I have just been trying to remember how long you and I have known each other . " " I think , Mr. Hardcastle , I , at least , have had the pleasure of ...
... look her best . " Miss Spearwinkle , " said Mr. Hardcastle , after a short pause , " I have just been trying to remember how long you and I have known each other . " " I think , Mr. Hardcastle , I , at least , have had the pleasure of ...
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... looks of sympathy and love , Sunk in forgetfulness she breathes alone . The brow of toil and care forgets the while To - morrow and the yesterday alike . O , blessed interval ! reviving balm , The sick may e'en at times thy goodness ...
... looks of sympathy and love , Sunk in forgetfulness she breathes alone . The brow of toil and care forgets the while To - morrow and the yesterday alike . O , blessed interval ! reviving balm , The sick may e'en at times thy goodness ...
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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
Pasajes populares
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.