The Mother's Assistant and Young Lady's Friend, כרכים 16-17David H. Ela, 1850 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 43
עמוד 8
... heard her repress a sob as I continued : " In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion , By guardian angels led , Safe from temptation ; safe from sin's pollution , She lives whom ―― you call dead . " At this idea the shadows on ...
... heard her repress a sob as I continued : " In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion , By guardian angels led , Safe from temptation ; safe from sin's pollution , She lives whom ―― you call dead . " At this idea the shadows on ...
עמוד 9
... ! Ambition never gains its end . Who hath not heard the rich complain Of surfeit and corporeal pain ? And , barred from every use of wealth , Envy the ploughman's strength and health ? Gay .. [ See Engraving . ] HAGA R AND ISHMAEL .
... ! Ambition never gains its end . Who hath not heard the rich complain Of surfeit and corporeal pain ? And , barred from every use of wealth , Envy the ploughman's strength and health ? Gay .. [ See Engraving . ] HAGA R AND ISHMAEL .
עמוד 20
... heard on the stairs , and lo , my husband , who I thought had gone out , opened the door . I hastily brushed away my tears , and looked intently out the window . After rummaging a drawer , without speaking , or heeding me , his silence ...
... heard on the stairs , and lo , my husband , who I thought had gone out , opened the door . I hastily brushed away my tears , and looked intently out the window . After rummaging a drawer , without speaking , or heeding me , his silence ...
עמוד 39
... , that you might know the same blessedness ; and from that time , especially after our dear mother's death , this was my unceasing prayer . And oh ! it was joy that I had never be- fore felt , when I heard from your own lips.
... , that you might know the same blessedness ; and from that time , especially after our dear mother's death , this was my unceasing prayer . And oh ! it was joy that I had never be- fore felt , when I heard from your own lips.
עמוד 40
fore felt , when I heard from your own lips the language of the contrite heart ; when I saw you rejoicing in Jesus , and devoting your youth , the best of your days , and all your tal- ents to Him who died for us . I then had no other ...
fore felt , when I heard from your own lips the language of the contrite heart ; when I saw you rejoicing in Jesus , and devoting your youth , the best of your days , and all your tal- ents to Him who died for us . I then had no other ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 29 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude.
עמוד 106 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
עמוד 60 - twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. Soul, then know thy full salvation, Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear.
עמוד 83 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view. The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew!
עמוד 29 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, . Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
עמוד 8 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
עמוד 60 - Let the world despise and leave me ; They have left my Saviour too ; Human hearts and looks deceive me — Thou art not, like them, untrue ; And while thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends disown me — Show thy face, and all is bright.
עמוד 44 - Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.
עמוד 60 - Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast ; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest! O, 'tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me ; O, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
עמוד 83 - The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears : And weary hours of woe and pain Are promises of happier years.