A Book of Famous Verse by Agnes RepplierA Book of Famous Verse by Agnes Repplier

A Book of Famous Verse

byAgnes Repplier

Paperback | February 1, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1892. Excerpt: ... Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe! thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All, without thy care or payment, All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou 'rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended, And became a child like thee! Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When his birthplace was a stable, And his softest bed was hay. See the kindly shepherds round Him, Telling wonders from the sky! Where they sought Him, there they found Him, With his Virgin Mother by. See the lovely babe a-dressing: Lovely infant, how He smiled! When He wept, the mother's blessing Soothed and hushed the Holy Child. Lo, He slumbers in his manger, Where the horned oxen fed; Peace, my darling! here's no danger; Here's no ox a-near thy bed. May'st thou live to know and fear Him, Trust and love Him all thy days; Then go dwell forever near Him: See his face, and sing his praise! I could give thee thousand kisses, Hoping what I most desire: Not a mother's-fondest wishes Can to greater joys aspire. Isaac Watts. THE LAND OF STORY BOOKS At evening, when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit. They sit at home, and talk and sing, And do not play at anything. Now, with my little gun, I crawl All in the dark along the wall, And follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back. There, in the night, where none can spy, All in my hunter's camp I he, And play at books that I have read Till it is time to go to bed. Those are the hills, these are the woods, These are my starry solitudes, And there the river, by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink. I see the others far away, As if in firelit camp they lay, And I, like to an Indian scout, Around their party prowled about. So, when my n...
Title:A Book of Famous VerseFormat:PaperbackDimensions:48 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.1 inPublished:February 1, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217423566

ISBN - 13:9780217423564