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... heart of every father and mother who has any sympathy with , or affec- tion for , their children . That it is entirely true , you may be well assured . I was convinced of this when I opened the letter from L. H. B- which announced it ...
... heart of every father and mother who has any sympathy with , or affec- tion for , their children . That it is entirely true , you may be well assured . I was convinced of this when I opened the letter from L. H. B- which announced it ...
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... heart ached for him when And therewithal the water stood in the eyes of that forgiving mother , even as it stood in the eyes of MERCY , in ' the house of the Interpreter , ' as recorded by BUNYAN . After tea , the evening paper was ...
... heart ached for him when And therewithal the water stood in the eyes of that forgiving mother , even as it stood in the eyes of MERCY , in ' the house of the Interpreter , ' as recorded by BUNYAN . After tea , the evening paper was ...
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... hearts of every parent who shall peruse this sketch : ' Every thing that I now see , that ever belonged to him ... heart bleeds afresh ! ' Oh , how careful should we all be , that in our daily conduct towards those little beings ...
... hearts of every parent who shall peruse this sketch : ' Every thing that I now see , that ever belonged to him ... heart bleeds afresh ! ' Oh , how careful should we all be , that in our daily conduct towards those little beings ...
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... heart the punishment due only to wilful crime ! ' Alas ! perhaps few parents suspect how often the fierce rebuke , the sudden blow , is answered in their chil- dren by the tears , not of passion , not of physical or mental pain , but of ...
... heart the punishment due only to wilful crime ! ' Alas ! perhaps few parents suspect how often the fierce rebuke , the sudden blow , is answered in their chil- dren by the tears , not of passion , not of physical or mental pain , but of ...
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... heart nor the life ? Let them rather say , looking up to a common REDEEMER : ' O CRUCIFIED ! we share thy cross , Thy passion too sustain ; We die THY death to live THY life , And rise with THEE again . ' L's ' Reminiscence of Boyhood ...
... heart nor the life ? Let them rather say , looking up to a common REDEEMER : ' O CRUCIFIED ! we share thy cross , Thy passion too sustain ; We die THY death to live THY life , And rise with THEE again . ' L's ' Reminiscence of Boyhood ...
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Page 89 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Page 230 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Page 123 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow, The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Page 48 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
Page 77 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Page 164 - SEAWEED WHEN descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox. Landward in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges, Laden with seaweed from the rocks : From Bermuda's reefs ; from edges Of sunken ledges, In some far-off, bright Azore ; From Bahama, and the dashing, Silver-flashing Surges of San Salvador...
Page 40 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 229 - Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ! Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Page 48 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 235 - And fades not in the glory of the sun, Where crystal columns send forth slender shafts And crossing arches, and fantastic aisles Wind from the sight in brightness and are lost Among the crowded pillars.