The Christian Parlor Magazine, Volume 3J. H. Pratt & Company, 1847 |
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... Night and Day , 59 Gertrude , or the Discontented Wife , .310 0 Gethsemane , .. .244 Gipsy , .... 321 Old Maids , .245 Give Me Back My Youth ,. 131 Old White Meeting House , ... 241 Good Shepherd , 45 On the Death of a Young Lady ...
... Night and Day , 59 Gertrude , or the Discontented Wife , .310 0 Gethsemane , .. .244 Gipsy , .... 321 Old Maids , .245 Give Me Back My Youth ,. 131 Old White Meeting House , ... 241 Good Shepherd , 45 On the Death of a Young Lady ...
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... night . On the second day he separated the great parts of our plane- tary system ; and on the third , dividing the land from the water , he now for the first time shows us life in its humblest form . On this day he caused plants to ...
... night . On the second day he separated the great parts of our plane- tary system ; and on the third , dividing the land from the water , he now for the first time shows us life in its humblest form . On this day he caused plants to ...
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... night , had he felt a father's curse upon him . But Isaac had blessed him ; and trusting in the God of Isaac and of his father Abraham , Jacob lay down to sleep in the open air . The night was his pavillion , the stars his lamps , the ...
... night , had he felt a father's curse upon him . But Isaac had blessed him ; and trusting in the God of Isaac and of his father Abraham , Jacob lay down to sleep in the open air . The night was his pavillion , the stars his lamps , the ...
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... Night Club . GROWING OLD . BY J. HONEYWELL . In the lapse of years our hopes are dim , Our warm affections cold , Yet how unwilling to confess That we are growing old . Life's morning sun in beauty burst Upon our opening view , And ...
... Night Club . GROWING OLD . BY J. HONEYWELL . In the lapse of years our hopes are dim , Our warm affections cold , Yet how unwilling to confess That we are growing old . Life's morning sun in beauty burst Upon our opening view , And ...
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... night , the hill - tops gleam with his rays , and seem set to be guardians around that burial - place . It matters little where the body shall sleep when its inhabitant is gone . The eye of God will never lose it , and the trump of the ...
... night , the hill - tops gleam with his rays , and seem set to be guardians around that burial - place . It matters little where the body shall sleep when its inhabitant is gone . The eye of God will never lose it , and the trump of the ...
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Page 16 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 327 - For inquire, I pray thee, of the former age, And prepare thyself to the search of their fathers : (For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days upon earth are a shadow:) Shall not they teach thee, and tell thee, And utter words out of their heart?
Page 66 - THE Lord hear thee in the day of trouble; the name of the God of Jacob defend thee; Send thee help from the sanctuary, and strengthen thee out of Zion...
Page 198 - 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 unrolled.
Page 350 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
Page 5 - And behold, I am with thee, and will keep thee in all places whither thou goest, and will bring thee again into this land; for I will not leave thee until I have done that which I have spoken to thee of.
Page 178 - But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him; and his righteousness unto children's children ; to such as keep his covenant, and to those that remember his commandments to do them.
Page 349 - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Page 349 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain— Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God!
Page 246 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.