A Collection of Moral and Religious Poetry: For the Use of Families and SchoolsWhittaker and Company, 1835 |
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... looks waggish and queer , As if he would say , " Aye , follow me here ! " And then he grows pettish and stamps his foot ; And then independently cracks his nut : And thus he lives the long summer thorough , Without a care , or a thought ...
... looks waggish and queer , As if he would say , " Aye , follow me here ! " And then he grows pettish and stamps his foot ; And then independently cracks his nut : And thus he lives the long summer thorough , Without a care , or a thought ...
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... look cold and grey Around the setting sun . The trees with solemn sighs Their naked branches swing ; The winter winds arise , And mournfully they sing . Upon his father's knee Was Harry's happy place , And very thoughtfully He looked up ...
... look cold and grey Around the setting sun . The trees with solemn sighs Their naked branches swing ; The winter winds arise , And mournfully they sing . Upon his father's knee Was Harry's happy place , And very thoughtfully He looked up ...
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... looks cold and dead ? " " Oh yes , dear , in the spring The flowers will all revive , The birds return and sing , And all be made alive . " " Who shows the birds the way , Father , that they must go ? And brings them back in May , When ...
... looks cold and dead ? " " Oh yes , dear , in the spring The flowers will all revive , The birds return and sing , And all be made alive . " " Who shows the birds the way , Father , that they must go ? And brings them back in May , When ...
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... , How sweetly too they smell ! The birds so merrily hop along , And look so blithe and gay ; I love to hear their pleasant song , I feel as glad as they . C The young lambs bleat and frisk about , The bees RELIGIOUS POETRY . 13.
... , How sweetly too they smell ! The birds so merrily hop along , And look so blithe and gay ; I love to hear their pleasant song , I feel as glad as they . C The young lambs bleat and frisk about , The bees RELIGIOUS POETRY . 13.
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... Look ! how that bird spreads out his wings , And mounts the clear blue skies ; And hark ! how merrily he sings As far away he flies ! Yes , go , my child , and laugh and play , And let your cheerful voice With birds , and brooks , and ...
... Look ! how that bird spreads out his wings , And mounts the clear blue skies ; And hark ! how merrily he sings As far away he flies ! Yes , go , my child , and laugh and play , And let your cheerful voice With birds , and brooks , and ...
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Almighty beautiful behold bend beneath Bernard Barton bless blest bloom bounteous breath bright butterfly CHARLES ELIOT NORTON cheerful child clouds darkness divine dwell earth eternal faithless Father fear flower friends glorious glory GLOW-WORM golden sun gracious green Hallelujah happy HARVARD COLLEGE hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour humble Hymns for Infant Infant Minds Jehovah Jesus keep light little bird live LIVERPOOL Lord LORD'S PRAYER Mary Howitt mercy moon MORNING HYMN moss nest night NOVEMBER 16 o'er peace Poetic Sketches praise pray prayer rejoice remember thee rest rise round Sabbath bell Sacred Offering Saturday Magazine Saviour shade shine sing skies skylark sleep smile song sorrow soul spring stars storm sweet tears tempests tender thine things thou wouldst thought thrush thy love tree Twas voice wandering Where'er winds wings winter youth
Pasajes populares
Página 192 - WHO DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR! O THOU who dry'st the mourner's tear ! How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes are flown ; And he, who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Página 154 - Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free ; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee. 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend ; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end.
Página 103 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, sweet mother! that better land? Not there, not there, my child ! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Página 139 - What is that, mother ? The dove, my son ! And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast, Constant and pure, by that lonely nest, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return. Ever, my son, be thou like the dove — In friendship as faithful, as constant in love. What is that, mother...
Página 187 - God, the life and light •*• Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, — Those hues, that mark the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.
Página 187 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
Página 103 - Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy, Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair, Sorrow and death may not enter there, Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom; For beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb — It is there, it is there my child!
Página 187 - THOU art, O GOD, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee. Where'er we turn, tfiy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine...
Página 152 - Who through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led. 2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace : God of our fathers ! be the God Of their succeeding race.
Página 82 - Say, with richer crimson glows The kingly mantle than the rose : Say, have kings more wholesome fare Than we poor citizens of air ? Barns nor hoarded grain have we, Yet we carol merrily. Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow, God provideth for the morrow.