A Collection, in Prose and Verse, for the Use of SchoolsW. Blackwood & Sons, 1835 - 280 sider |
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... sweet work of pray'r and praise Employ my youngest breath ; Thus I'm prepar'd for longer days , Or fit for early death . 5 EXPLANATION OF FAITH . CHILDREN , says the Reverend Mr. Cecil , are very ear- ly capable of impression . I ...
... sweet work of pray'r and praise Employ my youngest breath ; Thus I'm prepar'd for longer days , Or fit for early death . 5 EXPLANATION OF FAITH . CHILDREN , says the Reverend Mr. Cecil , are very ear- ly capable of impression . I ...
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... sweet repose at night ; fidelity gains esteem ; honesty makes friends ; exemplary pa- rents have dutiful children ; faith in the Redeemer im- parts peace and joy ; and the fear of God and obedi- ence to his commandments are accompanied ...
... sweet repose at night ; fidelity gains esteem ; honesty makes friends ; exemplary pa- rents have dutiful children ; faith in the Redeemer im- parts peace and joy ; and the fear of God and obedi- ence to his commandments are accompanied ...
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... sweet consent , Till life's poor transient night is spent ; Respecting , in each other's case , The gifts of nature and of grace . Those Christians best deserve the name , Who studiously make peace their aim : Peace , both the duty and ...
... sweet consent , Till life's poor transient night is spent ; Respecting , in each other's case , The gifts of nature and of grace . Those Christians best deserve the name , Who studiously make peace their aim : Peace , both the duty and ...
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... sweet , The warbling notes in concert meet ! The sound my fancy leads To climes , where Phoebus ' brightest beams Gild jasmine groves , and crystal streams , And lily - mantled meads . Now , different tones and measures flow And gravely ...
... sweet , The warbling notes in concert meet ! The sound my fancy leads To climes , where Phoebus ' brightest beams Gild jasmine groves , and crystal streams , And lily - mantled meads . Now , different tones and measures flow And gravely ...
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... sweets of life depend , And crush'd ill fortune when it made a friend . A solitary blessing few can find ; Our joys , with those we love , are intertwin'd And he whose wakeful tenderness removes Th ' obstructing thorn that wounds the ...
... sweets of life depend , And crush'd ill fortune when it made a friend . A solitary blessing few can find ; Our joys , with those we love , are intertwin'd And he whose wakeful tenderness removes Th ' obstructing thorn that wounds the ...
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Side 211 - Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death...
Side 257 - But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not thee, marks not the mighty hand, That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres; Works in the secret deep ; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring ; Flings from the sun direct the flaming day; Feeds every creature ; hurls the tempest forth; And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life.
Side 45 - 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, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Side 185 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray. The service past, around the pious man, With ready zeal, each honest rustic ran ; E'en children follow'd, with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile...
Side 88 - What time the daisy decks the green Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers. The schoolboy wandering thro' the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, And imitates thy lay.
Side 136 - What is the reason, said I, that the tide I see rises out of a thick mist at one end, and again loses itself in a thick mist at the other? What thou seest, said he, is that portion of eternity which is called time, measured out by the sun, and reaching from the beginning of the world to its consummation. Examine now...
Side 219 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed : Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Side 184 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose.
Side 258 - While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. Bleat out afresh ye hills ; ye mossy rocks Retain the sound ; the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise ; for the Great Shepherd reigns, And His unsuffering kingdom yet will come. Ye woodlands, all awake ; a boundless song Burst from the groves ; and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the night His praise.
Side 136 - When he had raised my thoughts by those transporting airs which he played, to taste the pleasures of his conversation, as I looked upon him like one astonished, he beckoned to me, and by the waving of his hand directed me to approach the place where he sat.