Childhood, a selection from the poets, by H.M.R.1841 - 80 стор. |
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... summer of the soul . Yet sometimes sudden sights of grace , Such as the gladness of thy face , O sinless babe ! by God are given To charm the wanderer back to heaven . No common impulse hath me led To this green spot , thy quiet bed ...
... summer of the soul . Yet sometimes sudden sights of grace , Such as the gladness of thy face , O sinless babe ! by God are given To charm the wanderer back to heaven . No common impulse hath me led To this green spot , thy quiet bed ...
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... dream , but ne'er can speak , Like clouds came floating o'er thy cheek , Such summer - clouds as travel light , When the soul's heaven lies calm and bright : Till thou awok'st - then to thine eye Thy whole TO A SLEEPING CHILD . 9.
... dream , but ne'er can speak , Like clouds came floating o'er thy cheek , Such summer - clouds as travel light , When the soul's heaven lies calm and bright : Till thou awok'st - then to thine eye Thy whole TO A SLEEPING CHILD . 9.
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... summer's day ! Err we not , when we constrain The tender infant , with much pain , Its early , natural course to leave , And teach its heart ( too soon ) to grieve ? Why , grief must come ! No fear , lest life Will pass without some ...
... summer's day ! Err we not , when we constrain The tender infant , with much pain , Its early , natural course to leave , And teach its heart ( too soon ) to grieve ? Why , grief must come ! No fear , lest life Will pass without some ...
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... summer morn they missed her she had been As usual to the garden arbour brought , After their matin meal ; her placid mien Had worn no seeming shade of graver thought , C Her voice , her smile , with cheerfulness were fraught A ...
... summer morn they missed her she had been As usual to the garden arbour brought , After their matin meal ; her placid mien Had worn no seeming shade of graver thought , C Her voice , her smile , with cheerfulness were fraught A ...
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... summer bowers , To stranded seamen life - assuring morn ! Welcome , a thousand welcomes ! Care , who clings ' Round all , seems loosening now its serpent fold : New hope springs upward ; and the bright World seems Cast back into a youth ...
... summer bowers , To stranded seamen life - assuring morn ! Welcome , a thousand welcomes ! Care , who clings ' Round all , seems loosening now its serpent fold : New hope springs upward ; and the bright World seems Cast back into a youth ...
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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.