Hymns in Prose for ChildrenHurd & Houghton, 1868 - 100 pàgines A collection of inspirational and moral tracts published for children at the end of the eighteenth century to encourage reading and strength of character. |
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Hymns in Prose for Children ... Illustrated Mrs. Barbauld (Anna Letitia) Visualització completa - 1864 |
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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 dews Didst thou draweth the curtains E. M. WIMPERIS earth eternal families Father fields were bright firmament flutter from bush glory grass greater things green leaves sprout ground groweth hand harebell grew hath heart heaven HYMN infant Insects Ivy border JUPITER KENNEDY 99 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 Sirius sleep soft soil speak spoiler spring stream sun is glorious sweet taketh taketh care thereof thine eyes things than these.-God trunk Turtle Doves verdure W. S. COLEMAN wander warble watcheth wings winter young lambs
Passatges populars
Pàgina 91 - 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 devoured them ; the pike had seized them ; there were none found of so great a multitude.
Pàgina 17 - 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.
Pàgina 90 - 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...
Pàgina 89 - CHILD of mortality, whence comest thou? why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping ? I have seen the rose in its beauty ; it spread its leaves to the morning sun. I returned : it was dying upon its stalk ; the grace of the form of it was gone : its loveliness was vanished away : its leaves were scattered on the ground, and no one gathered them again'.
Pàgina 94 - I looked : the sun broke forth again from the east, and gilded the mountain tops ; the lark rose to meet him from her low nest, and the shades of darkness fled away.
Pàgina 37 - Can we raise our voices up to the high heaven ? Can we make Him hear who is above the stars ? We need not raise our voices to the stars : for He heareth us when we only whisper: when we breathe out words softly with a low voice. He that filleth the heavens is here also.
Pàgina 22 - ... •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, and every hand is still.
Pàgina 21 - THE glorious sun is set in the west, th« 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 wings 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 with his head behind his wing.
Pàgina 95 - I have seen the insect, being come to its full size, languish, and refuse to eat : it spun itself a tomb, and was shrouded in the silken cone ; it lay without feet, or shape, or power to move. — I looked again : it had burst its tomb ; it was full of life, and sailed on colored wings through the soft air ; it rejoiced in its new being. 4. Thus shall it be with thee, O man ! and so shall thy life be renewed.
Pàgina 17 - 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.