 WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER ? WHAT is that, Mother ? The lark, my child ! The morn has but just looked out, and smiled ; When he starts, from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright...  Lucy and Arthur, and The little cousins - Strana 74autor/autoři: Lucy (fict.name.) - 1875Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 530 str.
...starts from bis humble, grassy nest, And is up, and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in bis heart to yon pure bright sphere, To warble it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morning lays Found, like the Lark's, to thy Maker's praise." Boy. " What is that, Mother ? " " The... | |
 | 1834 - 402 str.
...The lark, my child. — The morn has but just looked out, and smiled, When he starts from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away with the dew on his...lays Tuned, like the lark's to thy Maker's praise. What is that, mother ? — The dove, my son. — And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is... | |
 | 1834 - 406 str.
...hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out in IMS Maker's ear. Ever, my ehild, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's to thy Maker's praise. What is that, mother ? — The dove, my son. — And that low, sweet voiee, like a widow's moan, Is... | |
 | 1835 - 218 str.
...that Mother ? The lark, my child ! — The morn has but just looked out and smiled, When he starts from his grassy nest, And is up and away, with the...lays, Tuned like the lark's to thy Maker's praise. What ia that Mother? The dove, my son ! — And that low sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1836 - 534 str.
...mother ? The lark, my child. The morn has just looked out, and smiled, When he starts from his humble grassy nest, And is up and away with the dew on his...lays, Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, mother ? The dove, my son. — And that low sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing... | |
 | Samuel Putnam - 1836 - 226 str.
...peace, to join in the song of angels. WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER? WHAT is that, mother? The lark, my child. And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure bright sphere,...lays, Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, mother? The dove, my son. — And that low sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing... | |
 | Samuel Worcester - 1837 - 264 str.
...? The lark, my child. The morn has but just looked out, and smiled, When he starts from his humble grassy nest, And is up and away with the dew on his...his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lay* Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. St. What is that, Mother ? The dove, my son : And... | |
 | 1837 - 446 str.
...the dew on hi» breast, .And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure bright sphere, To warble it out in bis Maker's ear. Ever my child, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, mother ?— The dove, my son !—- And that low sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is... | |
 | London female mission - 1838 - 444 str.
...— The lark, my child. The morn has but just looked out and smiled, When he starts from his humble grassy nest, And is up and away with the dew on his...ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, Hke the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, mother ?— The dove, my son. And that low sweet... | |
 | 1839 - 428 str.
...The lark, my child— The morn has but just looked out, and smiled, When he starts from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his...lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, mother ?— The dove, my son— And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing... | |
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