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Side 1
... play beside the image That sanctified the grove . Oft sat his mother by him , Among the shadows dim , And told how the Lord Jesus Was once a child like him . " And now from the highest heaven He doth look down each day , And sees whate ...
... play beside the image That sanctified the grove . Oft sat his mother by him , Among the shadows dim , And told how the Lord Jesus Was once a child like him . " And now from the highest heaven He doth look down each day , And sees whate ...
Side 2
... playing ; And earnestly said he , " O beautiful Child Jesus ! Come down and play with me . " I will find Thee flowers the fairest , And weave for Thee a crown ; I will get Thee ripe , red strawberries , If Thou wilt but come down . " O ...
... playing ; And earnestly said he , " O beautiful Child Jesus ! Come down and play with me . " I will find Thee flowers the fairest , And weave for Thee a crown ; I will get Thee ripe , red strawberries , If Thou wilt but come down . " O ...
Side 20
... played . The story of Dombey and Son carries us back to England in the year 1846. Little Paul makes his appearance in the very first chapter . Before he is a day old , his good mother dies . He is then intrusted to the care of an excel ...
... played . The story of Dombey and Son carries us back to England in the year 1846. Little Paul makes his appearance in the very first chapter . Before he is a day old , his good mother dies . He is then intrusted to the care of an excel ...
Side 51
... with her nurse , or played with her doll , about the Gable House . Over the wall , above the roof and the great stack of twisted chimneys , she could see the Castle flag wave ; and when the breeze unfurled its golden eagles 51.
... with her nurse , or played with her doll , about the Gable House . Over the wall , above the roof and the great stack of twisted chimneys , she could see the Castle flag wave ; and when the breeze unfurled its golden eagles 51.
Side 52
... play to run and tell her nurse , " The flag has come again , Nurse Patty ! And the Lord of the Castle was a kind of bogey man to the child . She remembered to have seen him only once in all her little life . 99 Gable House , as it was ...
... play to run and tell her nurse , " The flag has come again , Nurse Patty ! And the Lord of the Castle was a kind of bogey man to the child . She remembered to have seen him only once in all her little life . 99 Gable House , as it was ...
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Side 275 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Side 118 - But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why? his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin, out of breath, And sore against his will, Till, at his friend the calender's, His horse at last stood still.
Side 34 - But this is that which was spoken by the prophet Joel: And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh...
Side 112 - Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we. He soon replied, I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. I am a linendraper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go.
Side 170 - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
Side 235 - Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives — Followed the Piper for their lives.
Side 70 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year.
Side 368 - Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below. Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, "Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?— 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Side 116 - Like streamer long and gay, Till loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung, A bottle swinging at each side As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
Side 236 - You should have heard the Hamelin people Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple. "Go," cried the Mayor, "and get long poles, Poke out the nests and block up the holes! Consult with carpenters and builders, And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats!" — when suddenly, up the face Of the Piper perked in the market-place, With a, "First, if you please, my thousand guilders!