A Portfolio for Youth

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J. Crissy, 1835 - 352 páginas
 

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Página 71 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Página 266 - O run; prevent them with thy humble ode, And lay it lowly at his blessed feet; Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet And join thy voice unto the angel quire, From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire.
Página 316 - For every man shall bear his own burden. 6 Let him that is taught in the word communicate unto him that teacheth in all good things.
Página 266 - Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain To welcome Him to this His new abode, Now while the heaven, by the sun's team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright...
Página 26 - Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone — That tuneful peal will still ring on ; While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.
Página 314 - The prouder beauties of the field In gay but quick succession shine, Race after race their honors yield, They flourish and decline. But this small flower, to Nature dear, While moons and stars their courses run. Wreathes the whole circle of the year, Companion of the Sun. It smiles upon the lap of May, To sultry August spreads its charms...
Página 265 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace. That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable, And that far-beaming blaze of Majesty...
Página 44 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Página 300 - PM rHEN the spark of life is waning, Weep not for me : When the languid eye is straining, Weep not for me.
Página 333 - It lured me from my native land ; It bade me rove — my sole support My cymbals and my saraband. The woody dell, the hanging rock, The chamois skipping o'er the heights ; The plain adorn'd with many a flock, And, oh ! a thousand more delights, That grace yon dear beloved retreat, Have backward won my weary feet.

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