Neddy Bruce, with poems English and Scotch1881 |
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... passing world . This man's earnestness did good even to Mr. Denison . He departed , pleased with what he had seen and heard , and resolved to do more than he had ever done for the cause of Christ . He correctly reasoned that , his ...
... passing world . This man's earnestness did good even to Mr. Denison . He departed , pleased with what he had seen and heard , and resolved to do more than he had ever done for the cause of Christ . He correctly reasoned that , his ...
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... passing cloud , and her eye regained a remarkable brilliancy as she said , " What is there to fear ? Death is nothing to Glorious ! glorious ! the glory beyond . Jesus is with me ! Death is only going home . " The day succeeding , this ...
... passing cloud , and her eye regained a remarkable brilliancy as she said , " What is there to fear ? Death is nothing to Glorious ! glorious ! the glory beyond . Jesus is with me ! Death is only going home . " The day succeeding , this ...
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Adam Smeal. hall from some passing minstrels , and Mary , listening to the singing , said , " That is nothing to what it shall be in heaven . I shall sing more sweetly there . " Gradually she became weaker ; and as she lay quite ...
Adam Smeal. hall from some passing minstrels , and Mary , listening to the singing , said , " That is nothing to what it shall be in heaven . I shall sing more sweetly there . " Gradually she became weaker ; and as she lay quite ...
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... passing inward thought . Perchance a widowed one , whose shabby weeds Would once have brought a blush on him she loved , When in the sweet and balmy days of spring They sat or walked on yonder bloomy brow ; Or , fresh in " young love's ...
... passing inward thought . Perchance a widowed one , whose shabby weeds Would once have brought a blush on him she loved , When in the sweet and balmy days of spring They sat or walked on yonder bloomy brow ; Or , fresh in " young love's ...
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... passing meal . The sinewy limbs refuse to act as wont , All thought is sluggish and the memory dim , And weariness is searching out for rest . No rest for thee , O toil - worn one , Encumbered with the frailties of the years , Save ...
... passing meal . The sinewy limbs refuse to act as wont , All thought is sluggish and the memory dim , And weariness is searching out for rest . No rest for thee , O toil - worn one , Encumbered with the frailties of the years , Save ...
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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.