 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...  Lessons in Reading: For Children in Families and Schools : with Questions on ... - Sayfa 1361842 - 156 sayfaTam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
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...starts from bis humble, grassy nest, And is up, and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in bis heart to yon pure bright sphere, To warble it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morning lays Found, like the Lark's, to thy Maker's praise." Boy. " What is that, Mother ? " " The... | |
 | 1828 - 608 sayfa
...heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out in his Maker's ear: Ever, my child, be thy morning lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. "What is that, mother?—The dove, my son! And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her... | |
 | 1829 - 860 sayfa
...lays Tuned, like the lark'«, to thy Maker 1 « pralle. What is that, mother I The lark, my child ! And that low sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breait, Constant and pure, by that lonely nest, As the wave is poureu from some crystal urn, For her... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 sayfa
...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...out in his maker's ear. — Ever, my child, be thy morning lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, Mother ? The dove, my son... | |
 | Levi Washburn Leonard - 1830 - 228 sayfa
...he starts from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dlfw on his breast And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure bright sphere, To warble...out in his Maker's ear — Ever, my child, be thy morning lays ,Tuiif<l. like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise What i« that, mother ? ^ The dove, ^beoiJ?... | |
 | Mary Roberts - 1831 - 388 sayfa
...character of her assigned locality, as the soft cooing of the turtle-dove to green solitary haunts. " That low sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast, Constant and pure, by her lonely nest, As the wave is poured out from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1833 - 150 sayfa
...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...out in his Maker's ear — Ever, my child, be thy morning lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. 2. Child. What is that, Mother? Mother.... | |
 | 1834 - 402 sayfa
...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...flowing out from her gentle breast, Constant and pure by that lonely nest, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick... | |
 | 1834 - 406 sayfa
...he starts from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away with the dew on his breast, s And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out in IMS Maker's ear. Ever, my ehild, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's to thy Maker's praise.... | |
 | 1835 - 218 sayfa
...smiled, When he starts from his 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...Tuned like the lark's to thy Maker's praise. What ia that Mother? The dove, my son ! — And that low sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out... | |
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