Hymns in Prose for ChildrenJohn Murray, 1864 - 100 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
acorn alive BARNES 99 behold Bending her bright beneath birds blossoms bosom brambles breath canst thou cattle causeth child of reason cold coloured cometh cool shade Cowslips crooked fangs Darkness is spread dews Didst thou draweth the curtains E. M. WIMPERIS earth eternal families Father fields were bright firmament flutter from bush grass greater things green leaves sprout ground groweth hand harebell grew hath heart heaven HYMN infant Insects Ivy border JUPITER KENNEDY king light lion is strong lips LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS loveth Mallow Milky mind moon mother mourn murmur night perish pitieth thee pleasant Pole Star praise Him better raise our voices rejoiced rose Saturn seed shepherd's Shepherd Sick Child sing sleep soft soil speak spoiler spring STAMFORD STREET stream sun is glorious sweet taketh taketh care thereof thine eyes trunk Turtle Doves verdure W. S. COLEMAN wander warble watcheth wings winter young lambs
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Página 18 - Eye that seeth in the dark night, as well as in the bright sunshine. When there is no light of the sun, nor of the moon ; when there is no lamp in the house, nor any little star twinkling...
Página 4 - The birds can war'-ble, and the young lambs can bleat ; but we can open our lips in his praise ; we can speak of all his good'-ness ; there'-fore we will thank him for our-selves', and we will thank him for those that can'-not speak.
Página 17 - The sheep rest upon their soft fleeces, and their loud bleating is no more heard amongst the hills. There is no sound of a number of voices, or of children at play, or the trampling of busy feet, and of people, hurrying to and fro. The smith's hammer is not heard upon the anvil ; nor the harsh saw of the carpenter. All men are stretched on their quiet beds ; and the child sleeps upon the breast of its mother. Darkness is spread over the skies, and darkness is upon the ground ; every eye is shut,...
Página 14 - The sun is glorious, but He that made the sun is more glorious than he. The eye beholdeth Him not, for His brightness is more dazzling than we could bear. He seeth in all dark places ; by night as well as by day ; and the light of His countenance is over all His works. Who is this great Name, and what is He called, that my lips may praise Him ? This great Name is GOD.
Página 85 - A stately tree grew on the plain ; its branches were covered with verdure ; its boughs spread wide and made a goodly shadow; the trunk was like a strong...
Página 12 - COME, and I will show you what is beautiful. It is a rose fully blown. See how she sits upon her mossy stem, like the queen of all the flowers ! her leaves glow like fire : the air is filled with her sweet odour ; she is the delight of every eye.
Página 86 - I have seen the insects sporting in the sunshine, and darting along the streams ; their wings glittered with gold and purple ; their bodies shone like the green emerald ; they were more numerous than I could count ; their motions were quicker than my eye could glance. I returned : they were brushed into the pool ; they were perishing with the evening breeze ; the swallow had CHAT. IV. DESCRIPTIVE PIECES. 'ff> devoured them ; the pike had seized them : there were none found of so great a multitude.
Página 16 - THE glorious sun is set in the west ; the night dews fall ; and the air, which was sultry, becomes cool. The flowers fold up their coloured leaves ; they fold themselves up, and hang their heads on the slender stalk. The chickens are gathered under the wing of the hen, and are at rest ; the hen herself is at rest also. The little birds have ceased their warbling, they are asleep on the boughs, each one has his head behind his wing.
Página 12 - When he raiseth himself from his lair, when he shaketh his mane, when the voice of his roaring is heard, the cattle of the field fly, and the wild beasts of the desert hide themselves, for he is very terrible.
Página 80 - IT is now Winter, dead Winter. Desolation and silence reign in the fields, no singing of birds is heard, no humming of insects. The streams murmur no longer ; they are locked up in frost. The trees lift their naked boughs like withered arms into the bleak sky, the green sap no longer rises in their veins ; the flowers and the sweet-smelling shrubs are decayed to their roots.