The Standard Sunday school reciter, selected and ed. by J.W. KirtonJohn William Kirton 1878 |
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... Death of the Rich Man Are we almost There ?. The Reaper and the Flowers • PAGE ix 12344567 9 10 10 11 12 13 13 15 16 17 20 21 2233 · 31 2288 24 25 26 26 28 31 33 33 34 35 36 The last view of Pisgah PAGE 37 One Year Ago.
... Death of the Rich Man Are we almost There ?. The Reaper and the Flowers • PAGE ix 12344567 9 10 10 11 12 13 13 15 16 17 20 21 2233 · 31 2288 24 25 26 26 28 31 33 33 34 35 36 The last view of Pisgah PAGE 37 One Year Ago.
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... what you say 197 It is Strange 198 Who is my Brother ? 198 God's World and Man's World . 199 The Child and the Flowers 201 The Lost Day 202 PAGR Alexander the Great Questions for Little Children ' SABBATH Contents . vii.
... what you say 197 It is Strange 198 Who is my Brother ? 198 God's World and Man's World . 199 The Child and the Flowers 201 The Lost Day 202 PAGR Alexander the Great Questions for Little Children ' SABBATH Contents . vii.
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... the lulling tide , Forgot the lifting winds ; and the long stems , Whose flowers the water , like a gentle nurse , Bears on its bosom , quietly gave way , And 28 The Standard Sunday School Reciter . PAGE Death of Absalom.
... the lulling tide , Forgot the lifting winds ; and the long stems , Whose flowers the water , like a gentle nurse , Bears on its bosom , quietly gave way , And 28 The Standard Sunday School Reciter . PAGE Death of Absalom.
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... flowers blossom , meats steam , and a flood Of the wine that man loveth runs redder than blood ; Wild dancers are there , and a riot of mirth , And the beauty that maddens the passions of earth ; And the crowds all shout , till the vast ...
... flowers blossom , meats steam , and a flood Of the wine that man loveth runs redder than blood ; Wild dancers are there , and a riot of mirth , And the beauty that maddens the passions of earth ; And the crowds all shout , till the vast ...
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... flowers , and thought of the well Where the cool water splash'd o'er the large white stone , And she thought it would soothe like a fairy spell , Could she drink from that fount when the fever was on . While yet so young , and her bloom ...
... flowers , and thought of the well Where the cool water splash'd o'er the large white stone , And she thought it would soothe like a fairy spell , Could she drink from that fount when the fever was on . While yet so young , and her bloom ...
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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
Popular passages
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...