The Bristol PikeGeorge W. Jacobs, 1893 - 410 páginas A volume of local history running from Frankford to Morrisville, including Tacony, Homesburg, Torresdale, Andalusia, Penn's Manor, Bristol and Cold Spring. |
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acres afterward Andalusia Avenue bank beautiful Biddle Bishop bought Bristol Pike Bristol Turnpike brother Bucks County building built Bustleton Byberry Charles Comly Company corner country seat Creek Crispin daughter Davis's History Delaware River Derrick Peterson died Disston dwelling Emmanuel Church Episcopal Church erected farm father formerly Frankford Friends George George W ground Hall Henry Hill History of Bucks Holme Holmesburg Hotchkin James John Joseph Joseph Ashton land Lardner lawn LENOX AND TILDEN Lewis lived Lower Dublin Academy Macalester mansion mill Morrell occupied owner parish pastor Penn Pennsylvania Pennsylvania Railroad Pennypack Pennypack Creek Philadelphia piazza pleasant Poquessing Creek present PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR purchased Railroad Rector residence Road Robert Rowland Samuel Shallcross side sold Street Tacony Thomas TILDEN FOUNDATIONS Torresdale trees Trustees Waln Washington wife William William Penn Willits Willits's window YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Página 196 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Página 195 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH.
Página 325 - Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
Página 202 - I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Página 160 - So is it with true Christian hearts ; Their mutual share in Jesus' blood An everlasting bond imparts Of holiest brotherhood : Oh ! might we all our lineage prove, Give and forgive, do good and love, By soft endearments in kind strife Lightening the load of daily life...
Página 202 - Nought have I else to do ; I sing the whole day long; And He, whom most I love to please, Doth listen to my song ; • He caught and bound my wandering wing, But still He bends to hear me sing.
Página 331 - Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud : and he shall hear my voice.
Página 195 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor.
Página 329 - The woods are adorned with lovely flowers, for color, greatness, figure, and variety. I have seen the gardens of London best stored with that sort of beauty, but think they may be improved by our woods.
Página 230 - O'er hill and dale our stretching journey lay, Through fertile Bucks:£, where lofty barns abound, For wheat, fair Quakers, eggs, and fruit renowned ; Full fields, snug tenements, and fences neat, Wide-spreading walnuts drooping o'er each gate ; The spring-house peeping from enclustering trees, Gay gardens filled with herbs, and roots and bees, Where quinces, pears, and clustering grapes were seen. With pondrous calabashes hung between ; While orchards, loaded, bending o'er the grass, Invite to taste,...