The Children's hour1868 |
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Pagina 26
... poor fisherman . Thee try to be like Him , and He'll take thee into His kingdom . ' While they had been speaking , a man might have been seen unloosing a boat which had been lying at anchor in front of the nearest cabin . Now a shrill ...
... poor fisherman . Thee try to be like Him , and He'll take thee into His kingdom . ' While they had been speaking , a man might have been seen unloosing a boat which had been lying at anchor in front of the nearest cabin . Now a shrill ...
Pagina 32
... poor Bijou from the snare , had had the effect of dissipating some of Jamie's day - dreams , and brought him back to the work - a - day world around him . Passing through the village , Jamie's attention was at- tracted to a group of ...
... poor Bijou from the snare , had had the effect of dissipating some of Jamie's day - dreams , and brought him back to the work - a - day world around him . Passing through the village , Jamie's attention was at- tracted to a group of ...
Pagina 39
... poor feeble insect with his rough arms , or pincers , which are toothed like a saw , and have claws at the end , he inserted a drop of venom from the point of a claw , and , to my infinite sorrow , the little innocent fly lay dead . My ...
... poor feeble insect with his rough arms , or pincers , which are toothed like a saw , and have claws at the end , he inserted a drop of venom from the point of a claw , and , to my infinite sorrow , the little innocent fly lay dead . My ...
Pagina 44
... poor Jack , and little Dor had died , although they were only animals ; and all of a sudden it popped into my head , that there was no reason why such good , dear creatures shouldn't have their memoirs written , as well as men and women ...
... poor Jack , and little Dor had died , although they were only animals ; and all of a sudden it popped into my head , that there was no reason why such good , dear creatures shouldn't have their memoirs written , as well as men and women ...
Pagina 45
Cat , " and " Poor Cock Robin , " and " Old Mother Hub- bard's Dog . " ' Yes , ' said I ; ' but these are only stories . Don't you think , mamma , that children like us would like as much to read the true memoirs of Jack , or Fluffy ...
Cat , " and " Poor Cock Robin , " and " Old Mother Hub- bard's Dog . " ' Yes , ' said I ; ' but these are only stories . Don't you think , mamma , that children like us would like as much to read the true memoirs of Jack , or Fluffy ...
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Pagina 96 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights ; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Pagina 42 - And it came to pass, that at midnight the Lord smote all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sat on his throne unto the firstborn of the captive that was in the dungeon; and all the firstborn of cattle.
Pagina 147 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Pagina 89 - On the deck the Rover takes his stand, So dark it is they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, " It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
Pagina 209 - By faith Moses, when he was come to years, refused to be called the son of Pharaoh's daughter; choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season...
Pagina 95 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough ; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy ; Nor does thy luxury destroy.
Pagina 2 - They come forth from the darkness, and their sails Gleam for a moment only in the blaze, And eager faces, as the light unveils, Gaze at the tower, and vanish while they gaze.
Pagina 93 - God is greatly to be feared in the assembly of the saints, and to be had in reverence of all them that are about him. O Lord God of Hosts, who is a strong Lord like unto thee? or to thy faithfulness round about thee? Thou rulest the raging of the sea: when the waves thereof arise, thou stillest them.
Pagina 243 - That to the world are children ; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below. Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere.
Pagina 242 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...