Readings from Lectures to Working MenJ. H. Micklem, 1867 - 12 sider |
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... looks towards you ; " and by way of carrying out the spirit of the re- mark , he buries his red face in the pewter pot before him , and looks towards that with a good deal more devotion than many a Churchwarden pokes his face into his ...
... looks towards you ; " and by way of carrying out the spirit of the re- mark , he buries his red face in the pewter pot before him , and looks towards that with a good deal more devotion than many a Churchwarden pokes his face into his ...
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... look out for a row when he comes home . " And those other customers at the shop , -who are they ? Those are the wives of the three jolly red - faced friends who were knocking their pewters together and applauding the sentiment of Mr ...
... look out for a row when he comes home . " And those other customers at the shop , -who are they ? Those are the wives of the three jolly red - faced friends who were knocking their pewters together and applauding the sentiment of Mr ...
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... looks like a huge grave- yard , where some grim old giants of a bygone age lie buried beneath the blackened ashes of their own victims . There is a weird , funereal air about the place , which , to a quiet looker - on , is very striking ...
... looks like a huge grave- yard , where some grim old giants of a bygone age lie buried beneath the blackened ashes of their own victims . There is a weird , funereal air about the place , which , to a quiet looker - on , is very striking ...
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... look like imps attendant on the slum- bering demons . The whole scene cloys on an excitable imagination , and makes one feel as if he were in the general dispensary of hell itself , and that the infernal patients are all ill in bed ...
... look like imps attendant on the slum- bering demons . The whole scene cloys on an excitable imagination , and makes one feel as if he were in the general dispensary of hell itself , and that the infernal patients are all ill in bed ...
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Arthur Mursell. look down upon it as if with a flushed and bloody scowl ? Fire ! Fire ! Fire ! And if some pure and ... looks upon the slumbering thousands and reads the language of each throbbing heart , he thinks he sees in every scared ...
Arthur Mursell. look down upon it as if with a flushed and bloody scowl ? Fire ! Fire ! Fire ! And if some pure and ... looks upon the slumbering thousands and reads the language of each throbbing heart , he thinks he sees in every scared ...
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amidst amongst angel Band of Hope black country bless blood bosom breast breath bright brow child Christ cloth cold conscience dark death door drunken earth eternal eyes face fancy Farewell father fire flower footsteps gentle gilt girl gleam glory Grundy hand happy head hear heart heaven hell human husband Hymns John Ashworth kiss knees knock Lamb of God Lancashire laughing libertine Liberty Hall light lips lisping Loch Lomond look Lord Manchester minister morning mother mother's pride never night orphan parsons peace poor pray prayer prison round sacred Saturday review scene seems sigh silence smile song sorrow soul sound spirit Strange Tales street Sunday School sweet tears tell tender thing thou throne to-morrow TONIC SOL-FA trembling voice widow's weeds wife woman words workhouse yonder
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Side 12 - I need Thy presence every passing hour : What but Thy grace can foil the Tempter's power? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be ? Through cloud and sunshine, LORD, abide with me.
Side 12 - When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O, abide with me ! Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away, Change and decay in all around I see ; O, Thou...
Side 59 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss, — Ah, that maternal smile ! it answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.
Side 59 - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ; Ah, that maternal smile, it answers yes...
Side 12 - Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away : Change and decay in all around I see ; 0 Thou Who changest not, abide with me.
Side 12 - Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies: Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!
Side 70 - He that from dross would win the precious ore, Bends o'er the crucible an earnest eye, The subtle, searching process to explore, Lest the one brilliant moment should pass by, When in the molten silver's virgin mass He meets his pictured face, as in a glass. Thus in God's furnace are his people tried ; Thrice happy they who to the end endure ; But who the fiery trial may abide ? — Who from the crucible come forth so pure, That He, whose eyes of flame look through the whole, May see his image perfect...
Side 37 - tis wiser than sitting aside, And dreaming and sighing and waiting the tide. In life's earnest battle they only prevail — Who daily march onward, and never say fail!
Side 12 - Come not in terrors, as the King of kings; But kind and good, with healing in thy wings, Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea; Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me.
Side 107 - Comfort and hope to the poor orphan child. Ev'n should I fall o'er the broken bridge passing, Or stray in the marshes, by false lights beguiled, Still will my Father, with promise and blessing, Take to His bosom the poor orphan child.