The Mothers' friend, ed. by Ann Jane, Volumen1

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Ann Jane
1848
 

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Página 75 - Boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.
Página 158 - We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation, and care, From trials without and within, But what must it be to be there?
Página 135 - There's not in Ind a lovelier bird ; Broad earth owns not a happier nest ; O God, thou hast a fountain stirred Whose waters nevermore shall rest...
Página 158 - That country so bright and so fair, And oft are its glories confessed ; But what must it be to be there...
Página 114 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Página 73 - It is the sound which strikes its little ear that soothes and composes it to sleep. A few notes, however unskilfully arranged, if uttered in a soft tone, are found to possess a magic influence. Think we that this influence is confined to the cradle ? No, it is diffused over every age, and ceases not while the child remains under the parental roof.
Página 78 - Preserve self-possession, and do not be talked out of a conviction. Rise early, and be an economist of time. Maintain dignity without the appearance of pride ; manner is something with everybody, and everything with some.
Página 145 - Him that does all things well ;" and again, in a subdued and softened spirit, bowed, and commended her son and her partner, in an audible voice, broken only by the burstings of a full heart, to God. Darkness had now spread her mantle abroad, and they retired, but not to rest, and anxiously waited for the morning, hoping at least that some relic of the lost one might be found.
Página 140 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one, Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed!
Página 1 - Lord will come as a thief in the night; in the which the heavens shall pass away with a great noise, and the elements melt with fervent heat, the earth also and the works that are therein shall be burned up.

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