Childhood, a selection from the poets, by H.M.R.1841 - 80 стор. |
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... fair , Bright and countless , everywhere ! In the far isles of the main ; In the desert's lone domain ; In the savage mountain glen , ' Mong the tribes of swarthy men ; Wheresoe'er a foot hath gone , Wheresoe'er the sun hath.
... fair , Bright and countless , everywhere ! In the far isles of the main ; In the desert's lone domain ; In the savage mountain glen , ' Mong the tribes of swarthy men ; Wheresoe'er a foot hath gone , Wheresoe'er the sun hath.
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... fair children ! hallowed from that hour By your Lord's blessing ! surely thence a shower Of heavenly beauty , a transmitted light Hung on your brows and eyelids , meekly bright , Through all the after years which saw ye move Lowly yet ...
... fair children ! hallowed from that hour By your Lord's blessing ! surely thence a shower Of heavenly beauty , a transmitted light Hung on your brows and eyelids , meekly bright , Through all the after years which saw ye move Lowly yet ...
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... fair , Lost ' mid a gleam of golden hair ? Oh ! can that light and airy breath Steal from a being doomed to death ; Those features to the grave be sent In sleep thus mutely eloquent ; Or art thou , what thy form would seem , The phantom ...
... fair , Lost ' mid a gleam of golden hair ? Oh ! can that light and airy breath Steal from a being doomed to death ; Those features to the grave be sent In sleep thus mutely eloquent ; Or art thou , what thy form would seem , The phantom ...
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... fair , And left no other vision there . To me thy parents are unknown ; Glad would they be their child to own ! And well they must have loved before , If since thy birth they loved not more . Thou art a branch of noble stem , And ...
... fair , And left no other vision there . To me thy parents are unknown ; Glad would they be their child to own ! And well they must have loved before , If since thy birth they loved not more . Thou art a branch of noble stem , And ...
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... fair ! that I could be Again as young , as pure as thee ! Vain wish ! the rainbow's radiant form May view , but cannot brave the storm ; Years can bedim the gorgeous dies That paint the bird of paradise , And years , so fate hath ...
... fair ! that I could be Again as young , as pure as thee ! Vain wish ! the rainbow's radiant form May view , but cannot brave the storm ; Years can bedim the gorgeous dies That paint the bird of paradise , And years , so fate hath ...
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angel arms art thou babe BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON beneath BERNARD BARTON blessed blest bliss bosom breast breath bright brow calm cheek cherub child childhood dark dear death deep delight doth dreams E'en earth eyes face fade fair father fear feel flowers fond forest lea gaze gentle glad grave grief guardian band hand happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath head hear heart heaven heavenly HEMANS holy hope hopes and fears hour infant innocence JOANNA BAILLIE kiss knee laughing light lips lisping look MARY HOWITT meek mirth morn mother murmur N. P. WILLIS night o'er thy pain peace pray prayer pure rest rose rosy round sighs silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star sunny brow sweet SWEET child tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert thought thy mother's unto voice watch weep wild wings
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Сторінка 357 - Thou whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,— Mighty prophet! seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Сторінка 356 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Сторінка 357 - The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies.
Сторінка 354 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep. And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Сторінка 355 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Сторінка 259 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days. The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Сторінка 339 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Сторінка 359 - Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
Сторінка 279 - Say, father, say If yet my task is done!' He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. 'Speak, father!' once again he cried, 'If I may yet be gone!
Сторінка 309 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.