The Mother's Assistant and Young Lady's Friend, Svazky 4–5David H. Ela, 1844 |
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Strana 2
... hear was hushed . The echo of a sweet voice was silenced in the grave . There was a change in that home . Every thing told of a spirit gone . I was sad , as many recollections of departed worth crowded upon my heart , for I stood alone ...
... hear was hushed . The echo of a sweet voice was silenced in the grave . There was a change in that home . Every thing told of a spirit gone . I was sad , as many recollections of departed worth crowded upon my heart , for I stood alone ...
Strana 5
... hear that sweet voice again , calling to me in its merry tones ? It was anguish to my heart , and fell more sadly upon me , for it was my first grief . But to return to my exiled sister . I felt a yearning commis- eration for her , but ...
... hear that sweet voice again , calling to me in its merry tones ? It was anguish to my heart , and fell more sadly upon me , for it was my first grief . But to return to my exiled sister . I felt a yearning commis- eration for her , but ...
Strana 6
... hear him say , as he often did , ' O pretty posies , Sophy ; pretty , pretty ! ' They were the last words she heard him speak before she pushed him down , and the tragic scene , therefore , would come up vividly before her mind . At ...
... hear him say , as he often did , ' O pretty posies , Sophy ; pretty , pretty ! ' They were the last words she heard him speak before she pushed him down , and the tragic scene , therefore , would come up vividly before her mind . At ...
Strana 10
... hears depreciating compari- sons , and beholds a constant hankering in a wife or child after objects which he knows he cannot afford . The sunshine of contented hearts becomes clouded , while people , instead of being thankful for what ...
... hears depreciating compari- sons , and beholds a constant hankering in a wife or child after objects which he knows he cannot afford . The sunshine of contented hearts becomes clouded , while people , instead of being thankful for what ...
Strana 14
... Hear then , O mortal , to - day and be wise . 3 Haste , for the Spirit around you now hovers , Heed , while the Savior says , " Seek ye my face ; " Enter while Jesus the peace branch discovers , Offering salvation , salvation by grace ...
... Hear then , O mortal , to - day and be wise . 3 Haste , for the Spirit around you now hovers , Heed , while the Savior says , " Seek ye my face ; " Enter while Jesus the peace branch discovers , Offering salvation , salvation by grace ...
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Strana 138 - A General Dictionary of Geography, Descriptive, Physical, Statistical, and Historical ; forming a complete Gazetteer of the World. By A. KEITH JOHNSTON, FRSE 8vo. 31s. 6d. M'Culloch's Dictionary, Geographical, Statistical, and Historical, of the various Countries, Places, and principal Natural Objects in the World.
Strana 135 - How small, of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure...
Strana 23 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
Strana 47 - But chiefly Man the day of rest enjoys. Hail, SABBATH ! thee I hail, the poor man's day. On other days, the man of toil is doomed To eat his joyless bread, lonely ; the ground Both seat and board ; screened from the winter's cold.
Strana 42 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Strana 7 - How dead the vegetable kingdom lies ! How dumb the tuneful ! Horror wide extends His desolate domain. Behold, fond man ! See here thy pictured life ; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, Thy sober Autumn fading into age, losi And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene.
Strana 95 - With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Strana 48 - Traveller, in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band ; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone ; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell ; Sailor, on the darkening sea, Lift the heart and bend the knee.
Strana 95 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Strana 42 - Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ! There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.