'Early to bed, and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise,' or, Early rising a natural, social and religious duty. By the author of 'What can't be cured must be endured'.

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Abel & Sons, 1855 - 136 páginas
 

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Página 63 - My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O Lord; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up.
Página 107 - For if there be first a willing mind, it is accepted according to that a man hath, and not according to that he hath not.
Página 37 - Love not sleep, lest thou come to poverty; open thine eyes, and thou shalt be satisfied with bread.
Página 46 - Whom call we gay ? That honour has been long The boast of mere pretenders to the name. The innocent are gay — the lark is gay, That dries his feathers, saturate with dew, Beneath the rosy cloud, while yet the beams 495 Of dayspring overshoot his humble nest.
Página 93 - Tis the voice of the sluggard ; I heard him complain, " You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed, Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head. "A little more sleep, and a little more slumber...
Página 64 - O God, Thou art my' God; early will I seek Thee: My soul thirsteth for Thee, my flesh longeth for Thee In a dry and thirsty land, where no water is ; To see Thy power and Thy glory, So as I have seen Thee in the sanctuary.
Página 113 - Six hours to sleep, to law's grave study six, Four spend in prayer, the rest on nature fix.
Página 37 - Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep ; so shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as an armed man.
Página 64 - I prevented the dawning of the morning, and cried : I hoped in thy word. 148 Mine eyes prevent the night watches, that I might meditate in thy word.
Página 74 - Thou rustling breeze, so fresh and gay, That dancest forth at opening day, And brushing by with joyous wing, .Wakenest each little leaf to sing;— Ye fragrant clouds of dewy steam, By which deep grove and tangled stream Pay, for soft rains in season given, Their tribute to the genial heaven...

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