Stories Descriptive of the Isle of Wight
General Protestant Episcopal Sunday School Union and Church Book Society, 1859 - 203 páginas
Easter garlands -- The little zoophyte gatherers -- The children of St. Catherine's Chantry -- Sand drawings -- A moorland ramble -- A parish festival.
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Página 16 - Christ is risen from the dead, and become the first fruits of them that slept For since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection of the dead. For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive.
Página 92 - LIGHTEN our darkness, we beseech thee, O Lord ; and by thy great mercy defend us from all perils and dangers of this night ; for the love of thy only Son, our Saviour, Jesus Christ.
Página 91 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Página 3 - Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer, They are nature's offering, their place is there ! They speak of hope to the fainting heart, With a voice of promise they come and part, They sleep in dust through the wintry hours, They break forth in glory — bring flowers, bright flowers ! THE CRUSADER'S RETURN. "Alas! the mother that him bare, If she had been in presence there, In his wan cheeks and sunburnt hair She had not known her child.
Página 161 - Perchance that little brook shall flow The bulwark of some mighty realm, Bear navies to and fro With monarchs at their helm. Or canst thou guess, -how far away Some sister nymph beside her urn...
Página 162 - Nurses her store, with thine to blend When many a moor and glen are past, Then in the wide sea end Their spotless lives at last ? Even so, the course of prayer who knows ? It springs in silence where it will, Springs out of sight, and flows At first a lonely rill: But streams shall meet it by and by From thousand sympathetic hearts, Together swelling high Their chant of many parts.
Página 103 - Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Make our earth an Eden, Like the heaven above.
Página 162 - What rocks she shall o'erleap or rend, How far in ocean's swell Her freshening billows send ? Perchance that little brook shall flow The bulwark of some mighty realm, Bear navies to and fro With monarchs at their helm.