The basket of flowers; or, Piety and truth triumphant, tr. from the orig. German ed. [of J.C. von Schmid]. |
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Almighty amid atone basket of flowers beautiful believe better blessing blossoms bring castle CHAPTER clergyman comfort comfort and joy Count and Countess Countess Amelia dark dark shadow daughter dear child dear father dear Mary dearest death dress earnestly earth EDMUND EVANS Eichburg entreated epergne Erlenbrunn evil eyes farmer's wife father's grave fear feel FLEET STREET fleeting joys florin forester forget-me-nots forgive garden gentle give gracious hand happy Harriet heart heaven honest hope hour innocent James's judge kind kindly Lady Amelia leave lilies looked Lord marriage morning mother never nosegay old forester once pale parents Pine Farm pious pleasure poor prayed prayer pretty prison remember ring rose rose-tree rosebuds round smiling soon sorrow spring stood tears tell thank Thee Thou thought tree trust weeping wept wished words worthy young Countess
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 43 - OF all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this — ' He giveth His beloved sleep ' ? What would we give to our beloved? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown, to light the brows? — He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Stran 123 - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.
Stran 25 - Whose adorning let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel; * but let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.
Stran 179 - Though few now taste thee unimpaired and pure; Or tasting long enjoy thee ! too infirm, Or too incautious, to preserve thy sweets Unmixt with drops of bitter, which neglect Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup ; Thou art the nurse of virtue, in thine arms She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is, Heaven-born, and destined to the skies again.
Stran 181 - I am the Resurrection, and the Life : he that believeth on Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live : and whosoever liveth and believeth in
Stran 26 - We sacrifice to dress, till household joys And comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, And keeps our larder lean ; puts out our fires ; And introduces hunger, frost, and woe, Where peace and hospitality might reign.
Stran 84 - When the pangs of death assail me, Weep not for me : Christ is mine, — He cannot fail me, — Weep not for me. Yes ! though sin and doubt endeavour From His love my soul to sever, Jesus is my strength for ever ; — Weep not for me...
Stran 124 - When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend, Which covers what was once a friend, And from his voice, his hand, his smile, Divides me for a little while ; Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed, For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead...
Stran 183 - There is a secret in the ways of God With his own children, which none others know, That sweetens all He does ; and if such peace, While under his afflicting hand, we find, What will it be to see Him as He is, And...
Stran 137 - DEAR as thou wert, and justly dear, We will not weep for thee : One thought shall check the starting tear It is, that thou art free.