Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and SchoolCrosby, Nichols, & Company, 1854 - Всего страниц: 430 |
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... dear baby , to thee . O , fear not the bugle , though loudly it blows , It calls but the wardèrs that guard thy repose ; Their bows would be bended , their blades would be red , Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed . O , hush ...
... dear baby , to thee . O , fear not the bugle , though loudly it blows , It calls but the wardèrs that guard thy repose ; Their bows would be bended , their blades would be red , Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed . O , hush ...
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... dear Father above me , And do as I'm told . Lady Moon , Lady Moon , where are you roving ? Over the sea . Lady Moon , Lady Moon , whom are you loving ? All who love me . THE ORPHAN BROTHER . Ọ , нUSH , my little Lady Moon, Love,
... dear Father above me , And do as I'm told . Lady Moon , Lady Moon , where are you roving ? Over the sea . Lady Moon , Lady Moon , whom are you loving ? All who love me . THE ORPHAN BROTHER . Ọ , нUSH , my little Lady Moon, Love,
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... dear child , we ' ve lost our mother , That can never trouble thee . You are but ten weeks old to - morrow ; What can you know of our loss ? The house is full enough of sorrow , Little baby , don't be cross . Peace , cry not so , my ...
... dear child , we ' ve lost our mother , That can never trouble thee . You are but ten weeks old to - morrow ; What can you know of our loss ? The house is full enough of sorrow , Little baby , don't be cross . Peace , cry not so , my ...
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... dear , I see The beautiful child Jesus A coming down to me ! " And in his hand he beareth - Bright flowers as white as snow , And red and juicy strawberries , Dear mother , let me go ! " He died — but that fond mother Her sorrow did ...
... dear , I see The beautiful child Jesus A coming down to me ! " And in his hand he beareth - Bright flowers as white as snow , And red and juicy strawberries , Dear mother , let me go ! " He died — but that fond mother Her sorrow did ...
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... dear little John a while , And bear with him , until he see There is a sweet felicity In pleasing more than only one , Dear little , craving , selfish John . He laughs , and thinks it a fine joke , That he our new wax - doll has broke ...
... dear little John a while , And bear with him , until he see There is a sweet felicity In pleasing more than only one , Dear little , craving , selfish John . He laughs , and thinks it a fine joke , That he our new wax - doll has broke ...
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BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath bird Birdie bless breast breath bright child clouds Crocodile customed hill CYMBELINE dark dear death deep delight doth E'en earth fair fairy father fear flowers fly away home glory gone grave green grief hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills Inchcape Inchcape rock John Barleycorn King Lady Moon lady-bird land light live look Lord loud Mabel Mary Howitt maun MIDSUMMER DAY mind Miss Lamb mother mountain mourn never night o'er Patrick Spence poor praise Queen rest rock round sail Samian wine shining shining book shore silent sing singing bee sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spring stars storm stream sweet tears tempests thee thine things thou art thou hast thought toil top-mast tree unto voice wandering waves weary weep wild wind wings wood
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Стр. 391 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Стр. 135 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod; They have left unstained what there they found, — Freedom to worship God.
Стр. 174 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. " Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. " Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. "Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then...
Стр. 357 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
Стр. 406 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
Стр. 375 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Стр. 311 - Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Стр. 278 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Стр. 359 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
Стр. 228 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.