The Standard Sunday school reciter, selected and ed. by J.W. KirtonJohn William Kirton 1878 |
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... fair , A baser lot was never sold ; Who'll buy the heavy heaps of care ? And here spread out in broad domain , A goodly landscape all may trace ; Hall , cottage , tree , field , hill , and plain ; Who'll buy himself a burial - place ...
... fair , A baser lot was never sold ; Who'll buy the heavy heaps of care ? And here spread out in broad domain , A goodly landscape all may trace ; Hall , cottage , tree , field , hill , and plain ; Who'll buy himself a burial - place ...
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... FAIR ! THAT DEATH SHOULD SETTLE IN THY GLORIOUS EYE , AND LEAVE HIS STILLNESS IN THIS CLUSTERING HAIR ! HOW COULD HE MARK THEE FOR THE SILENT TOMB ! MY PROUD BOY , ABSALOM ! " Cold is thy brow , my son ! and I am chill , As to my bosom ...
... FAIR ! THAT DEATH SHOULD SETTLE IN THY GLORIOUS EYE , AND LEAVE HIS STILLNESS IN THIS CLUSTERING HAIR ! HOW COULD HE MARK THEE FOR THE SILENT TOMB ! MY PROUD BOY , ABSALOM ! " Cold is thy brow , my son ! and I am chill , As to my bosom ...
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... fair ? " saith he , " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me I will give them all back again . ” He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes , He kissed their drooping leaves , It was for the ...
... fair ? " saith he , " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me I will give them all back again . ” He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes , He kissed their drooping leaves , It was for the ...
Page 41
... , With that bad act begin . An outcast from fair Eden's scenes , And from Jehovah's face , He then was doom'd to earn his bread With toil , and in disgrace . His misery now seem'd quite complete , For sinning he Decision . 41 A Boy's ...
... , With that bad act begin . An outcast from fair Eden's scenes , And from Jehovah's face , He then was doom'd to earn his bread With toil , and in disgrace . His misery now seem'd quite complete , For sinning he Decision . 41 A Boy's ...
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... fair , And bright green leaves are on the trees , And pretty birds are singing there ; How beautiful for one who sees ! " Yet I the fragrant flowers can smell , And I can feel the green leaf's shade , And I can hear the notes that swell ...
... fair , And bright green leaves are on the trees , And pretty birds are singing there ; How beautiful for one who sees ! " Yet I the fragrant flowers can smell , And I can feel the green leaf's shade , And I can hear the notes that swell ...
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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...