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James Burns, 1846 - 133 páginas

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Página 59 - THE bird that soars on highest wing Builds on the ground her lowly nest ; And she that doth most sweetly sing, Sings in the shade when all things rest : — In lark and nightingale we see, What honour hath humility. When Mary chose the better part, She meekly sat at Jesus...
Página 32 - DEAR mother/' said a little fish, " Pray is not that a fly? I'm very hungry, and I wish You'd let me go and try." " Sweet innocent," the mother cried, And started from her nook, " That horrid fly is put to hide The sharpness of the hook.
Página 83 - tis given To bathe young buds in dews of heaven ; — Awaking from his light repose, The Angel whispered to the Rose : — "O fondest object of my care, Still fairest found, where all are fair ; For the sweet shade thou giv'st to me, Ask what thou wilt, 'tis granted thee...
Página 129 - WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER ? WHAT is that, Mother ? The lark, my child ! The morn has but just looked out, and smiled ; When he starts, from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out, in his Maker's ear : Ever my child, be thy morn's first lays, Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, Mother...
Página 121 - His wishes in this also were answered ; he still dreamed of the same pan of money, in the very same place.
Página 83 - tis granted thee !" Then said the Rose, with deepened glow, " On me another grace bestow ;" The spirit paused in silent thought, — What grace was there that flower had not ? 'Twas but a moment — o'er the Rose A veil of moss the Angel throws, And, robed in nature's simplest weed, Could there a flower that Rose exceed ? THE LEGACY OF THE ROSES.
Página 120 - ... he was sure of eating; and his frugality was such that he every day laid some money by, which he would at intervals count and contemplate with much satisfaction. Yet still his acquisitions were not equal to his desires; he only found himself above want, whereas he desired to be possessed of affluence.
Página 107 - I fear not the cold winter's wind. When spring returns, the circling year Shall find me still contented here ; But whilst my warm affections rest Within the circle of my nest, I learn to pity those that roam, And love the more my humble home.
Página 106 - THE swallows, at the close of day, When autumn shone with fainter ray, Around the chimney circling flew, Ere yet they bade a long adieu, To climes where soon the winter drear Shall close the unrejoicing year. Now with swift wing they skim aloof, Now settle on the crowded roof, As counsel and advice to take, Ere they the chilly north forsake. Then one, disdainful, turned his eye, Upon a red-breast twittering nigh, And thus began, with taunting scorn : Thou household imp...
Página 120 - One day, as he was indulging these wishes, he was informed that a neighbour of his had found a pan of money under ground, having dreamed of it three nights in succession. This news only aggravated the discontent of the poor miller.

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