Home Life Made Beautiful: In Story, Song, Sketch and PictureIn her discussion of marriage and the family, Sangster romanticizes the home and woman's role in it. |
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Home Life Made Beautiful: In Story, Song, Sketch and Picture Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Volledige weergave - 1897 |
Home Life Made Beautiful: In Story, Song, Sketch and Picture (Classic Reprint) Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2017 |
Home Life Made Beautiful: In Story, Song, Sketch and Picture (Classic Reprint) Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2017 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 342 - T'HE SON of GOD goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain, His blood-red banner streams afar ; Who follows in His train? Who best can drink His cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below, He follows in His train.
Pagina 447 - For he himself went not up to joy, but first he suffered pain; he entered not into his glory before he was crucified. So truly our way to eternal joy is to suffer here with Christ; and our door to enter into eternal life is gladly to die with Christ; that we may rise again from death, and dwell with Him in everlasting life.
Pagina 174 - I saw the blue Rhine sweep along: I heard, or seemed to hear, The German songs we used to sing, in chorus sweet and clear; And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill, The echoing chorus sounded, through the evening calm and still; And her glad blue eyes were on me, as we passed, with friendly talk, Down many a path beloved of yore, and well -remembered walk; And her little hand lay lightly, confidingly in mine, — But we'll meet no more at Bingen, — loved Bingen on the Rhine.
Pagina 160 - HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled...
Pagina 284 - Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clement's. You owe me five farthings, say the bells of St. Martin's. When will you pay me?
Pagina 173 - But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye, For her brother was a soldier too, and not afraid to die; And if a comrade seek her love, I ask her in my name To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame, And to hang the old sword in its place (my father's sword and mine) , For the honor of old Bingen — dear Bingen on the Rhine.
Pagina 173 - I was aye a truant bird, that thought his home a cage; For my father was a soldier, and even as a child My heart leaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild; And when he died, and left us to divide his scanty hoard, I let them take whate'er they would, but kept my father's sword, And with boyish love I hung it where the bright light used to shine, On the cottage wall at Bingen — calm Bingen on the Rhine ! "Tell my sister not to weep for me, and sob with drooping head, When the troops...
Pagina 201 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Pagina 124 - A woman when she is in travail hath sorrow, because her hour is come: but as soon as she is delivered of the child, she remembereth no more the anguish, for joy that a man is born into the world.
Pagina 386 - Tis an earthen jar, whose lid Allah sealed, the while it hid That treasure of his treasury, A mind that loved him ; let it lie ! Let the shard be earth's once more, Since the gold shines in his store...