The Mother's Assistant and Young Lady's Friend, Bände 4-5David H. Ela, 1844 |
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... prayer , earnestly pleading with God for his little daughter . When he came out he bade Sophia go to her room , reflect upon her folly and pray to God for aid to rule her spirit . I delivered my message to him , and , with a quick step ...
... prayer , earnestly pleading with God for his little daughter . When he came out he bade Sophia go to her room , reflect upon her folly and pray to God for aid to rule her spirit . I delivered my message to him , and , with a quick step ...
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... pray , for God only could help us , and you always said he would , ' exclaimed the children , running from the bed to the basket , and the basket to the bed , in grateful ecstasy . • Mary looked on in tearful silence . It was a scene ...
... pray , for God only could help us , and you always said he would , ' exclaimed the children , running from the bed to the basket , and the basket to the bed , in grateful ecstasy . • Mary looked on in tearful silence . It was a scene ...
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... prayer for strength to discharge my new duties in his fear . The weeks rolled away— how swiftly every mother knows - and ... pray , and strange , though sweetly solemn , were the petitions she uttered to her Father in heaven . My darling ...
... prayer for strength to discharge my new duties in his fear . The weeks rolled away— how swiftly every mother knows - and ... pray , and strange , though sweetly solemn , were the petitions she uttered to her Father in heaven . My darling ...
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... pray inform me what possible evil can result from the shuffling of this paste - board ? ' Accustomed to consider Amelia as the model of perfection , conscience was silenced , and he yielded . As he took the cards in his hands , for the ...
... pray inform me what possible evil can result from the shuffling of this paste - board ? ' Accustomed to consider Amelia as the model of perfection , conscience was silenced , and he yielded . As he took the cards in his hands , for the ...
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48 THE HOUR OF PRAYER . POETRY BY MRS . HEMANS . MUSIC BY GEO . KINGSLEY 1st . 2nd . 4 1. Child , a - mid the flowers at ... Pray , ere yet the dark hours be , Lift the heart and bend the knee , Lift the heart and bend the knee . # 2 ...
48 THE HOUR OF PRAYER . POETRY BY MRS . HEMANS . MUSIC BY GEO . KINGSLEY 1st . 2nd . 4 1. Child , a - mid the flowers at ... Pray , ere yet the dark hours be , Lift the heart and bend the knee , Lift the heart and bend the knee . # 2 ...
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Seite 135 - How small, of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure...
Seite 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?
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.