The Little Corporal, Volumes 15-16A.L. Sewell, 1872 - Children's literature |
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Page 214 - Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take ; And this I ask for Jesus
Page 72 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 111 - It appeared to me pretty much like the embarkation of the wise men of Gotham, who went to sea in a bowl...
Page 150 - IT is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord, and to sing praises unto thy name, O most High: 2 To show forth thy lovingkindness in the morning, and thy faithfulness every night, 3 Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon the psaltery; upon the harp with a solemn sound.
Page 22 - ... to bed. His courage gave way entirely. He dared not ring the bell. So he stole off to a place on one side of the porch, where there were some tall evergreen trees, and a mound of leaves and snow underneath them. He would sleep there, he thought...
Page 22 - Very well," said the tall evergreen. Then he gave a call. It was more like a rustle than a shout, and more like a creak than either. But the trees seemed to understand it, for at the sound all the evergreens in the yard came crowding together.
Page 171 - It was the first thing in the morning and the last thing at night, till I confess it began to be something of a bore to me.
Page 19 - ... Alice. •' Christie is really becoming a perfect little nuisance. I can't think what ails him: he used to be a good little boy. I shall have to send him back to his mother if he doesn't do better." Just then the gate gave a faint click. " Ah, there he is at last, the little wretch ! " shrieked Tilly; and she flew to the front door and pounced on Christie just as he was slinking past to the side entrance. " Come here, you naughty boy," she said. " Where have you been all this time, I should like,...
Page 22 - Christmas," explained the kindly little hemlock. "Join hands, brothers. We must give him as much of one as we can before the clock strikes twelve." So the evergreens joined hands and began to move about Christie in a circling dance. As they moved, they sang, and bent and bowed to each other gracefully. When they stopped, the tallest evergreen addressed Christie, and said, — " Pull off your stocking." So Christie pulled off his stocking. *' Hang it up,
Page 136 - Three weeks we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to leeward. There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which, to this very hour, Stands looking seaward.