Hymns in prose for children, by the author of Lessons for children. New illustr. ed., by mrs. Barbauld

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Page 17 - ... let us listen to the warbling of the birds, and sport ourselves upon the new grass. The winter is over and gone, the buds come out upon the trees, the crimson blossoms of the peach and the nectarine are seen, and the green leaves sprout.
Page 29 - IV. )ME, and I will show you what is beautiful. It is a rose fully blown. See how she sits upon her mossy stem, like the queen of all the flowers ! Her leaves glow like fire ; the air is filled with her sweet odour ; she is the delight of every eye.
Page 36 - The sheep rest upon their soft fleeces, and their loud bleating is no more heard amongst the hills. There is no sound of a number of voices, or of children at play, or the trampling of busy feet, and of people hurrying to and fro.
Page 114 - I looked : the sun broke forth again from the east, and gilded the mountain tops ; the lark rose to meet him from her low nest, and the shades of darkness fled away.
Page 109 - I have seen insects sporting in the sunshine, and darting along the streams ; their wings glittered with gold and purple; their bodies shone like the green emerald ; they were more numerous than I could count; their motions were quicker than my eye could glance. I returned : they were brushed into the pool ; they were perishing with the evening breeze ; the swallow had devoured them ; the pike had seized them ; there were none found of so great a multitude.
Page 35 - THE glorious sun is set in the west, th« night dews fall, and the air, which was sultry, becomes cool. The -flowers fold up their coloured leaves; they fold themselves up, and hang their heads on the slender stalk. The chickens are gathered under the wings of the hen, and are at rest ; the hen herself is at rest also. The little birds have ceased their warbling, they are asleep on the boughs, each" one with his head behind his wing.
Page 30 - When he raiseth himself from his lair, when he shaketh his mane, when the voice of his roaring is heard, the cattle of the field fly, and the wild beasts of the desert hide themselves, for he is very terrible.
Page 126 - ... shall embrace them again, and live with them, and be separated no more. There we shall meet all good men, whom we read of in holy books. There we shall see Abraham, the called of God. the father of the faithful ; and Moses, after his long wanderings in the Arabian desert; and Elijah, the prophet of God ; and Daniel, who escaped from the lions' den; and there the son of Jesse, the shepherd king, the sweet singer of Israel.
Page 107 - CHILD of mortality, whence comest thou ? why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping : I have seen the rose in its beauty ; it spread its leaves to the morning sun. I returned : it was dying upon its stalk ; tltf grace of the form of it was gone ; its loveliness was vanished away ; its leaves were scattered on the ground, and no one gathered them again.
Page 121 - The rainbow is very glorious, but it soon vanisheth away; life is good, but it is quickly swallowed up in death. There is a land where the roses are without thorns, where the flowers are not mixed with brambles.

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