A Portfolio for YouthJ. Crissy, 1835 - 352 strán (strany) |
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Strana 25
... tears of grief In vain Aurelia sought relief ; In sighs and plaints she pass'd the day ; The tatter'd frock neglected lay : While busied at the weaving trade , A Spider heard the sighing maid , And kindly stopping in a trice , Thus ...
... tears of grief In vain Aurelia sought relief ; In sighs and plaints she pass'd the day ; The tatter'd frock neglected lay : While busied at the weaving trade , A Spider heard the sighing maid , And kindly stopping in a trice , Thus ...
Strana 26
... tear which you have shed Had been a needle - full of thread , If every sigh of sad despair Had been a stitch of proper care , Closed would have been the luckless rent , Nor thus the day have been mispent . " EVENING BELLS . THOSE ...
... tear which you have shed Had been a needle - full of thread , If every sigh of sad despair Had been a stitch of proper care , Closed would have been the luckless rent , Nor thus the day have been mispent . " EVENING BELLS . THOSE ...
Strana 30
... tear up moss with her jaws , and card , or comb it clean from earth with her tiny feet . While she was thus laboriously employed , two beautiful light yel- low butterflies , with bright orange spots on their wings , just escaped from ...
... tear up moss with her jaws , and card , or comb it clean from earth with her tiny feet . While she was thus laboriously employed , two beautiful light yel- low butterflies , with bright orange spots on their wings , just escaped from ...
Strana 61
... tears . " Misery is the duty of all This melancholy picture of life quite sunk my spirits , and seemed to annihilate every principle of joy within me . I threw myself beneath a blasted yew , where the winds blew cold and dis- mal round ...
... tears . " Misery is the duty of all This melancholy picture of life quite sunk my spirits , and seemed to annihilate every principle of joy within me . I threw myself beneath a blasted yew , where the winds blew cold and dis- mal round ...
Strana 70
... tears . After wandering came to an open In a very little while , however , he recovered himself , and drying his eyes , determined to make another attempt to find his way on . This was quite as unsuccessful as before . about for a long ...
... tears . After wandering came to an open In a very little while , however , he recovered himself , and drying his eyes , determined to make another attempt to find his way on . This was quite as unsuccessful as before . about for a long ...
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Strana 71 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Strana 266 - O run; prevent them with thy humble ode, And lay it lowly at his blessed feet; Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet And join thy voice unto the angel quire, From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire.
Strana 316 - For every man shall bear his own burden. 6 Let him that is taught in the word communicate unto him that teacheth in all good things.
Strana 266 - Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain To welcome Him to this His new abode, Now while the heaven, by the sun's team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright...
Strana 26 - Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone — That tuneful peal will still ring on ; While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.
Strana 314 - The prouder beauties of the field In gay but quick succession shine, Race after race their honors yield, They flourish and decline. But this small flower, to Nature dear, While moons and stars their courses run. Wreathes the whole circle of the year, Companion of the Sun. It smiles upon the lap of May, To sultry August spreads its charms...
Strana 265 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace. That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable, And that far-beaming blaze of Majesty...
Strana 44 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Strana 300 - PM rHEN the spark of life is waning, Weep not for me : When the languid eye is straining, Weep not for me.
Strana 333 - It lured me from my native land ; It bade me rove — my sole support My cymbals and my saraband. The woody dell, the hanging rock, The chamois skipping o'er the heights ; The plain adorn'd with many a flock, And, oh ! a thousand more delights, That grace yon dear beloved retreat, Have backward won my weary feet.