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... And he wept at her side . ' I've heard , ' said he , the Archbishop , I've heard the Pope of Rome ; But never did their spoken words Thus to my spirit come ; ' The book , it is a blessed book ! 16 SCHOOL - ROOM POETRY .
... And he wept at her side . ' I've heard , ' said he , the Archbishop , I've heard the Pope of Rome ; But never did their spoken words Thus to my spirit come ; ' The book , it is a blessed book ! 16 SCHOOL - ROOM POETRY .
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... never care to drop a crumb . All day long I love the oaks ; But at night yon little cot , Where I see the chimney smokes , Is by far the prettiest spot . Wife and children all are there , To revive with pleasant looks ; Table ready set ...
... never care to drop a crumb . All day long I love the oaks ; But at night yon little cot , Where I see the chimney smokes , Is by far the prettiest spot . Wife and children all are there , To revive with pleasant looks ; Table ready set ...
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... idle lay . Much have I owed thy strains on life's long way Thro ' secret woes the world has never known , When on the weary night dawned heavier day , And SCHOOL - ROOM POETRY . 23 End of Life Evening The Falling Leaf The Fountain.
... idle lay . Much have I owed thy strains on life's long way Thro ' secret woes the world has never known , When on the weary night dawned heavier day , And SCHOOL - ROOM POETRY . 23 End of Life Evening The Falling Leaf The Fountain.
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... never tame ! If age o'er me her silvery tresses spread ; It still would call thee by a lover's name , And deem the spirit of delight unfled , Nor hear , though grey , without a heart to nature dead . THE PRIMROSE . S. Clare . WELCOME ...
... never tame ! If age o'er me her silvery tresses spread ; It still would call thee by a lover's name , And deem the spirit of delight unfled , Nor hear , though grey , without a heart to nature dead . THE PRIMROSE . S. Clare . WELCOME ...
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S. R.. Aye , shook with laughter , not fear , for they Never dreamed they too should be swept away . And their laughter was spite , to think that all Their " useful " neighbors were doomed to fall . They swelled and bustled with such an ...
S. R.. Aye , shook with laughter , not fear , for they Never dreamed they too should be swept away . And their laughter was spite , to think that all Their " useful " neighbors were doomed to fall . They swelled and bustled with such an ...
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Стр. 123 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago, Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron,...
Стр. 196 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Стр. 117 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Стр. 154 - Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Стр. 145 - THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. WHEN marshal'd on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky ; One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Стр. 247 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Стр. 152 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Стр. 45 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Стр. 120 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge...
Стр. 159 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.