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Pàgina 150 - Moses, draw not nigh hither : put off thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground.
Pàgina 29 - FLOWERS ! winter flowers ! — the child is dead, The mother cannot speak : Oh softly couch his little head, Or Mary's heart will break ! Amid those curls of flaxen hair This pale pink ribbon twine, And on the little bosom there Place this wan lock of mine. How like a form in cold white stone, The coffin'd infant lies ! Look, mother, on thy little one ! And tears will fill thine eyes.
Pàgina 224 - Sips, with inserted tube, the honey'd blooms, And chirps his gratitude as round he roams ; While richest roses, though in crimson drest, Shrink from the splendour of his gorgeous breast. What heavenly tints in mingling radiance fly ! Each rapid movement gives a different dye ; Like scales of burnished gold they dazzling show, Now sink to shade — now like a furnace glow.
Pàgina 93 - Sweet birds, that breathe the spirit of song, And surround heaven's gate in melodious throng ; Who rise with the earliest beams of day, Your morning tribute of thanks to pay, You remind us that we should likewise raise The voice of devotion and song of praise ; There 's something about you that points on high, Ye beautiful tenants of earth and sky ! THE NIGHTINGALE.
Pàgina 29 - The coffin'd infant lies ! Look mother on thy little one ! And tears will fill thine eyes. She cannot weep — more faint she grows, More deadly pale and still : Flowers ! oh, a flower ! a winter rose, That tiny hand to fill. Go search the fields ! the lichen wet Bends o'er the unfailing well : Beneath the furrow lingers yet The scarlet pimpernel.
Pàgina 119 - The broom from off the hill. For looking on a little flower, A blessed truth shall reach thy heart, A glimpse of that divinest plan — That bond of love 'twixt God and man — In which e'en thou hast part.
Pàgina 47 - ... whom had excited my father's admiration, was willing to receive me in the place of a little daughter. I am ashamed to confess that I was so wretched in parting from dear Mrs. Tetty, that I closed my heart against any one who might be chosen to supply her place, wickedly determining not to love her, nor even make myself amiable to her. But the soul of a child so used to affection as I had been, could not long remain insensible to kindness ; it instinctively feels it in the tone of the voice and...
Pàgina 35 - I found, to my infinite amazement, that glass, for instance, was not mere glass, nor salt mere salt, but involved, in a thousand ways, subjects of the most delightful interest. But how much more did all this apply to my spiritual nature as connected with religious knowledge ! I had been told that there was a God — that I must repeat a form of words called prayers morning and night, or that he would be angry ; that I must speak the truth, or he would be displeased : in short, that I must perform...
Pàgina 44 - s tears, expostulations, and upbraidings, she was ordered to pack up my little wardrobe, and have me ready for a journey to-morrow. What a sad evening that was ! I sate like one stupified with some strange sorrow, and many, many times half believed it a painful dream, from which I tried in vain to wake. Nothing in the world, I am sure, could have prevailed on poor Mrs. Tetty to make the needful preparations, but the knowledge that I must be the sufferer if she neglected to provide comfortably for...
Pàgina 51 - Herman always encouraged me to converse on these subjects, and to me they were the most delightful and the most interesting that we ever spoke upon ; for she made religion so lovely by the cheerfulness of her conversation, that I could not believe any one could ever shrink from it as a gloomy subject. Thus passed over several years. In the meantime I was learning a variety of things which it was necessary for me to know, — geography, and the natural history and manners of the inhabitants of the...