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Raphael, the Prince of Art: Adapted for Young Readers (Classic Reprint)
Mary Isabella Lovejoy
Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2018
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Pagina 89 - Listen to the wond'rous story, Which they chant in hymns of joy ; " Glory in the highest, glory ! Glory be to God most high ! " 3 Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found ; Souls redeemed and sins forgiven ; Loud our golden harps shall sound. 4 " Christ is born, the great anointed ; Heaven and earth his praises sing ! O receive, whom God appointed For your Prophet, Priest and King.
Pagina 17 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Pagina 62 - I AM in Rome ! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy ? What has befallen me ? And from within a thrilling voice replies, Thou art in Rome ! A thousand busy thoughts Rush on my mind, a thousand images ; And I spring up as girt to run a race...
Pagina 51 - The child leans on its parent's breast, Leaves there its cares, and is at rest ; The bird sits singing by his nest, And tells aloud His trust in God, and so is blest 'Neath every cloud. He has no store, he sows no seed ; Yet sings aloud, and doth not heed ; By flowing stream or grassy mead He sings to shame Men, who forget, in fear of need, A Father's Name.
Pagina 31 - Strange questions doth he ask of me when we together walk ; He scarcely thinks as children think, or talks as children talk. Nor cares he much for childish sports, dotes not on bat or ball, But looks on manhood's ways and works, and aptly mimics all.
Pagina 90 - Glory in the highest, glory ! Glory be to God most high ! 3 Peace on earth, good will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found ; Souls redeemed and sins forgiven, Loud our golden harps shall sound. 4 Christ is born, the great Anointed, Heaven and earth his praises sing; O ! receive, whom God appointed, For your Prophet, Priest, and King.
Pagina 70 - When RAPHAEL went, His heavenly face the mirror of his mind, His mind a temple for all lovely things To flock to and inhabit...
Pagina 55 - Sometimes goldfinches one by one will drop From low hung branches; little space they stop; But sip, and twitter, and their feathers sleek; Then off at once, as in a wanton freak: Or perhaps, to show their black and golden wings, Pausing upon their yellow flutterings.
Pagina 127 - Bembo, and placed above his tomb. The last sentence is : " This is that Raphael by whom Nature feared to be conquered while he lived, and to die when he died.
Pagina 55 - Something has told me, — something in my heart here, Which I am sure is true, — that if you keep it, — If you will let no other take it from you, — Terrible things, I cannot bear to think of, Must fall upon you ; show me that you love me : Am I not here to be your little...