Our Little Ones in HeavenWalter Aimwell Gould and Lincoln, 1858 - 248 psl. |
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affliction angel babe Babie Bell beautiful blessed blest bliss bloom blossom boy that died breast breath bright brow Casa Wappy cherub child Christ comfort dark darling dead dear death earth earthly eternal evermore eyes fair Father feel flowers fond gentle GERALD MASSEY glory God's gone grace grave grief hand happy Happy lesson hath heart heaven Heaven's gate heavenly holy hope hushed infants innocence kingdom of heaven kiss lamb le Chaise LEIGH HUNT light lips little spot live look Lord lost miss morning mother mourn never night o'er pain parents Philip Melanchthon prayer rest salvation seraphs shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft sorrow soul spirit spot of land sweet sweet child T. B. ALDRICH tears tender thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought tomb unto violets voice weary weep words
Populiarios ištraukos
23 psl. - ... thou hast put all things in subjection under his feet. For in that he put all in subjection under him, he left nothing that is not put under him. But now we see not yet all things put under him.
88 psl. - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule.
215 psl. - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
31 psl. - I have naught that is fair?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
46 psl. - Then did the little Maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the church-yard lie, Beneath the church-yard tree.
32 psl. - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
87 psl. - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair...
204 psl. - Weep ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him: but weep sore for him that goeth away: for he shall return no more, nor see his native country.
28 psl. - Then Herod, when he saw that he was mocked of the wise men, was exceeding wroth, and sent forth, and slew all the children that were in Bethlehem, and in all the coasts thereof, from two years old and under, according to the time which he had diligently inquired of the wise men.
36 psl. - But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.