The Standard Sunday school reciter, selected and ed. by J.W. KirtonJohn William Kirton 1878 |
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... clothes all nice and new , But with the crossest - looking face , And ugly actions , too ; She never said a pleasant word : I think that's wrong - DON'T YOU ? I saw a little girl at home , With curls 54 The Standard Sunday School ...
... clothes all nice and new , But with the crossest - looking face , And ugly actions , too ; She never said a pleasant word : I think that's wrong - DON'T YOU ? I saw a little girl at home , With curls 54 The Standard Sunday School ...
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... clothes the plain , in the lily that delights the vale , and in the forest that waves on the mountain . He SUPPORTS the slender reed that trembles in the breeze , and the sturdy oak that defies the tempest . HIS PRESENCE CHEERS the ...
... clothes the plain , in the lily that delights the vale , and in the forest that waves on the mountain . He SUPPORTS the slender reed that trembles in the breeze , and the sturdy oak that defies the tempest . HIS PRESENCE CHEERS the ...
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... cloth'd in blue the vaulted sky ? " TWAS THE CREATOR - GOD . Who spoke the word at which the streams Into an ocean flow'd ? Who gave the life with which it teems ? " TWAS THE CREATOR - GOD . Who form'd the brutes of varied kind , By ...
... cloth'd in blue the vaulted sky ? " TWAS THE CREATOR - GOD . Who spoke the word at which the streams Into an ocean flow'd ? Who gave the life with which it teems ? " TWAS THE CREATOR - GOD . Who form'd the brutes of varied kind , By ...
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... cloth , gilt edges , with beautifully Coloured Frontispiece . 1. How to Dance ; or , Etiquette of the Ball Room . 5 . the Household . How to Manage ; or , Etiquette of 2. How to Woo ; or , The Etiquette of Courtship and Marriage . 6 ...
... cloth , gilt edges , with beautifully Coloured Frontispiece . 1. How to Dance ; or , Etiquette of the Ball Room . 5 . the Household . How to Manage ; or , Etiquette of 2. How to Woo ; or , The Etiquette of Courtship and Marriage . 6 ...
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... Do you praise Him for your food , For your clothes , and all that's good , For His sweet redeeming grace , For His love to all our race ? Little children , have you read How the blessed Saviour 204 The Standard Sunday School Reciler .
... Do you praise Him for your food , For your clothes , and all that's good , For His sweet redeeming grace , For His love to all our race ? Little children , have you read How the blessed Saviour 204 The Standard Sunday School Reciler .
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Absalom Alice angels ART THOU beauty Beeton's behold BELSHAZZAR beneath BIBLE bird blessed breath bright brother brow child cloth gilt clouds dark dear death deep Earnest and bold Earnest and cheerful Earnest and serious Earnest and vigorous earth eternal Ettie eyes father fear flowers friends GEHAZI gentle gilt edges girl give glory God's hand happy hath hear heart heaven holy hope Jesus John kind labour leprosy life's light live Lizzie look Lord mamma mercy mind Moab morning mother N. P. WILLIS NATHANIEL COTTON never night NOAH WEBSTER o'er ONWARD poor praise pray prayer rest Sabbath Saviour SCOTT BURN sing skies smile song sorrow soul speak spirit stars sweet tears tell tempest thee There's thine things thou art thought toil tree Twas voice waves weary wicked pictures words young
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Страница 130 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense. Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Страница 97 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me : But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Страница 237 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Страница 36 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Страница 25 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Страница 193 - Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heavenly muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning, how the heavens and earth Rose out of chaos...
Страница 103 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
Страница 25 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Страница 236 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Страница 97 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...