The Poetical Works of Mary Howitt, Eliza Cook, and L.E.L.Phillips & Sampson, 1849 - Всего страниц: 539 |
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Poetical Works of Mary Howitt, Eliza Cook, and L.E. L[audon] Mary Botham Howitt Полный просмотр - 1866 |
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amid art thou beautiful beneath bird blessed blood breast breath bright broken flower brow carrion crow cheek child cold croak dark dead dear death dream dwell earth Eliza Cook Ellerslie fair fair isle fairy faith fear flowers gallant band gentle gold grave green grew grief hand hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour KNIGHT OF MALTA land laugh light lips lonely look lute Marien MARY HOWITT morning mother mournful ne'er neath never night o'er pale Peterel poor pray prayer rich rose round shade shadows fall shalt shine sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star stood strong summer sweet tears tell tempest thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought thy dreams tomb tone tree Twas unto voice waves weary ween weep wild wind words young youth
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Стр. 133 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, -- Thinking only of her brilliant eyes , and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head- -poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider , and fiercely held her fast . He dragged her up his winding stair , into his dismal den Within his little parlor --but she ne'er came out again!
Стр. 116 - Our outward life requires them not — Then wherefore had they birth ? — To minister delight to man, To beautify the earth ; To comfort man — to whisper hope, Whene'er his faith is dim, For who so careth for the flowers Will much more care for him ! Mary Howitt.
Стр. 131 - said the little fly, " To ask me is in vain : For who goes up your winding stair, Can ne'er come down again.
Стр. 131 - I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin; And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!
Стр. 132 - Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing; Your robes are green and purple, there 'sa crest upon your head; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead.
Стр. 133 - At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den Within his little parlor — but she ne'er came out again! And now, dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed; Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye, And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
Стр. 227 - I almost worshipped her when she smiled, And turned from her Bible to bless her child. Years rolled on, but the last one sped — My idol was shattered, my earth-star fled ; I learnt how much the heart can bear When I saw her die in that old arm-chair.
Стр. 226 - I've treasured it long as a sainted prize, I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it with sighs ; Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart : Not a tie will break, not a link will start Would ye learn the spell ? a mother sat there, And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair.
Стр. 132 - Sweet creature," said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf; If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself." "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say, And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day.
Стр. 111 - To sail upon the sea. Then sing for the Oak-Tree, The monarch of the wood ; Sing for the Oak-Tree, That groweth green and good ; That groweth broad and branching Within the forest shade ; That groweth now, and yet shall grow. When we are lowly laid ! THE CAROLINA PARROT.