Reminiscences of Pioneer Life

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F. Hudson, 1912 - 186 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 26 - So the multitude goes, like the flower or the weed, That withers away to let others succeed; So the multitude comes, even those we behold, To repeat every tale that has often been told. For we are the same our fathers have been; We see the same sights our fathers have seen; We drink the same stream, we view the same sun, And run the same course our fathers have run.
Pàgina 88 - Her throat is like the swan; Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on— That e'er the sun shone on— And dark blue is her ee; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doun and dee. Like dew on the gowan lying Is the fa...
Pàgina 25 - Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go.
Pàgina 26 - The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne ; The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn ; The eye of the sage and the heart of the brave, Are hidden and lost in the depth of the grave. The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap; The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep; The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread, Have faded away like the grass that we tread.
Pàgina 127 - Weak and wounded, sick and sore, Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love and power. He is able, He is willing, doubt no more.
Pàgina 33 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek...
Pàgina 76 - And to listen to the patter Of the soft rain overhead! Every tinkle on the shingles...
Pàgina 27 - tis the draught of a breath, From the blossom of health to the paleness of death, From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud, Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud ? — William Knox.
Pàgina 54 - A CHARGE to keep I have A God to glorify, A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky...
Pàgina 77 - And her star-eyed cherub brother — A serene, angelic pair — Glide around my wakeful pillow With their praise or mild reproof, As I listen to the murmur • Of the soft rain on the roof. And another comes, to thrill me With her eyes...

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