Selections for Homes and SchoolsJewish publication society of America, 1911 - 444 pagine |
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... .LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY 365 ANONYMOUS 366 . ANONYMOUS 368 PHOEBE CARY 369 C. 191. ALL THINGS BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL . C. 192. THE CREATION CECIL F. ALEXANDER 371 .ANN TAYLOR 372 WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS 375 .JOHN WESTALL 376 B. 204. THE 16 CONTENTS.
... .LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY 365 ANONYMOUS 366 . ANONYMOUS 368 PHOEBE CARY 369 C. 191. ALL THINGS BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL . C. 192. THE CREATION CECIL F. ALEXANDER 371 .ANN TAYLOR 372 WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS 375 .JOHN WESTALL 376 B. 204. THE 16 CONTENTS.
Pagina 33
... bright upon the field , To Adam still and Eve still waiting by , And , weeping , lifted up his voice and spake . Cain said , " The sun is risen upon the earth ; The day demands my going , and I go . As you from Paradise , so I from you ...
... bright upon the field , To Adam still and Eve still waiting by , And , weeping , lifted up his voice and spake . Cain said , " The sun is risen upon the earth ; The day demands my going , and I go . As you from Paradise , so I from you ...
Pagina 40
... bright , - Your power has never waxed or waned ! ' E'en while he spoke , their work was done , Drowned in the overflowing sun . 99 Eastward he bent his eager eyes- " Creatures of Night 40 SELECTIONS FOR HOMES AND SCHOOLS.
... bright , - Your power has never waxed or waned ! ' E'en while he spoke , their work was done , Drowned in the overflowing sun . 99 Eastward he bent his eager eyes- " Creatures of Night 40 SELECTIONS FOR HOMES AND SCHOOLS.
Pagina 46
... bright plumage of the Orient lay On beating bosoms in her spicy trees . It was an hour of rest ! but Hagar found No shelter in the wilderness , and on She kept her weary way , until the boy Hung down his head , and opened his parched ...
... bright plumage of the Orient lay On beating bosoms in her spicy trees . It was an hour of rest ! but Hagar found No shelter in the wilderness , and on She kept her weary way , until the boy Hung down his head , and opened his parched ...
Pagina 47
... bright lip curling in thy dream , And thought of the dark stream In my own land of Egypt , the far Nile , - How prayed I that my father's land might be An heritage for thee ! 66 And now the grave for its cold breast hath HAGAR IN THE ...
... bright lip curling in thy dream , And thought of the dark stream In my own land of Egypt , the far Nile , - How prayed I that my father's land might be An heritage for thee ! 66 And now the grave for its cold breast hath HAGAR IN THE ...
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Abraham Adam ALEXANDER KOHUT Angel ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH Bath-sheba beautiful behold Belshazzar beneath blessed bosom bowed breast breath bright brow Cain child cloud cried dark David dead death deep doth earth eyes face father fear feet fell flame foes gazed glory GUSTAV GOTTHEIL hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven holy host II Samuel Israel Jephunneh king Lamech land lifted light lips look Lord Methuselah mighty morning Moses mother murmur night Nimrud o'er peace Pharaoh plain praise prayed prayer pride PSALM Rabbi rest RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER rose Saul shalt shout silent sing SIR EDWIN ARNOLD sleep smile Solomon song sons soul sound spake spear stars stood sweet swell sword TALMUD tent thee Thine Thou art throne trembling Twas unto voice walls of Jericho watch wave weary weeping wild wonder word
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Pagina 169 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Pagina 334 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Pagina 333 - Let us (said he) pour on him all we can: Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into a span. So strength first made a way; Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure: When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that alone of all his treasure Rest in the bottom lay. For if I should...
Pagina 169 - 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 wither'd and strown. For the Angel of Death...
Pagina 334 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will.
Pagina 174 - PRAISE to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days : Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ, — 2...
Pagina 288 - Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The Vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord !
Pagina 323 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Pagina 214 - Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
Pagina 355 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything, To do it as for Thee...