Childhood, a selection from the poets, by H.M.R.1841 - 80 стор. |
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... weeping and sad song . " Alas ! " she cried , — " Alas , my boy ! thy gentle grasp is on me , The bright tears quiver in thy pleading eyes , And now fond thoughts arise , And silver chords again to earth have won me ; And like a vine ...
... weeping and sad song . " Alas ! " she cried , — " Alas , my boy ! thy gentle grasp is on me , The bright tears quiver in thy pleading eyes , And now fond thoughts arise , And silver chords again to earth have won me ; And like a vine ...
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... weeping and sad song . " Alas ! " she cried , - " Alas , my boy ! thy gentle grasp is on me , The bright tears quiver in thy pleading eyes , And now fond thoughts arise , And sily And li to earth have wo full " How the ine This Time ...
... weeping and sad song . " Alas ! " she cried , - " Alas , my boy ! thy gentle grasp is on me , The bright tears quiver in thy pleading eyes , And now fond thoughts arise , And sily And li to earth have wo full " How the ine This Time ...
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... Weeping thou sat'st , while all around thee smiled : So live , that , sinking in thy last long sleep , Calm thou may'st smile , when all around thee weep . THE MOTHER'S SACRIFICE . 66 GOD LOVETH A CHEERFUL GIVER FROM THE PERSIAN 31 From ...
... Weeping thou sat'st , while all around thee smiled : So live , that , sinking in thy last long sleep , Calm thou may'st smile , when all around thee weep . THE MOTHER'S SACRIFICE . 66 GOD LOVETH A CHEERFUL GIVER FROM THE PERSIAN 31 From ...
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... weep alway ! Pray too , ( and softly be't and long , ) That all your babes , now fair and strong , May blossom like - not like the rose , For that doth fade when summer goes , ( ' T was thus our pretty infant died , The summer , and its ...
... weep alway ! Pray too , ( and softly be't and long , ) That all your babes , now fair and strong , May blossom like - not like the rose , For that doth fade when summer goes , ( ' T was thus our pretty infant died , The summer , and its ...
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... weeping , praying , still I said , Who knows if He above may spare The child of bitter tears and prayer ? The child is dead . How short an hour Hath dimmed the radiance of that flower ! In vain I wept , in vain I prayed ; - The child ...
... weeping , praying , still I said , Who knows if He above may spare The child of bitter tears and prayer ? The child is dead . How short an hour Hath dimmed the radiance of that flower ! In vain I wept , in vain I prayed ; - The child ...
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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.