Childhood, a selection from the poets, by H.M.R.1841 - 80 страници |
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... Spirit of an Infant to his Mother . M. L. G .. 193 195 • The Cottage Girl MRS . HEMANS . 199 • The dying Infant Sonnet . The Infant To H. C. , Six Years old Pleasures of Memory The Fairies A. S. N. MICHELL , ESQ . 200 201 • WORDSWORTH ...
... Spirit of an Infant to his Mother . M. L. G .. 193 195 • The Cottage Girl MRS . HEMANS . 199 • The dying Infant Sonnet . The Infant To H. C. , Six Years old Pleasures of Memory The Fairies A. S. N. MICHELL , ESQ . 200 201 • WORDSWORTH ...
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... spirit soars on angel wing ; Our dark affection might have hoped thy stay , — The voice of God has call'd the child away . Like Samuel early in the temple found- Sweet rose of Sharon , plant of holy ground , O ! more than Samuel blessed ...
... spirit soars on angel wing ; Our dark affection might have hoped thy stay , — The voice of God has call'd the child away . Like Samuel early in the temple found- Sweet rose of Sharon , plant of holy ground , O ! more than Samuel blessed ...
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... Watch to behold the immortal spirit wake , And shield its first bloom from unholy air ; Owning in each young suppliant glance the sign Of claims upon a heritage divine . TO A SLEEPING CHILD . PROFESSOR WILSON . ART thou B 2 3.
... Watch to behold the immortal spirit wake , And shield its first bloom from unholy air ; Owning in each young suppliant glance the sign Of claims upon a heritage divine . TO A SLEEPING CHILD . PROFESSOR WILSON . ART thou B 2 3.
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... spirit's eye could see Whence burst those gleams of ecstasy ! That light of dreaming soul appears To play from thoughts above thy years . Thou smil'st as if thy soul were soaring To heaven , and heaven's God adoring ! And who can tell ...
... spirit's eye could see Whence burst those gleams of ecstasy ! That light of dreaming soul appears To play from thoughts above thy years . Thou smil'st as if thy soul were soaring To heaven , and heaven's God adoring ! And who can tell ...
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... the tone The ear scarce knows when it is gone ! Thrice - blessed he ! whose stars design His spirit pure to lean on thine ; And watchful share , for days and years , Thy sorrows , joys , sighs , smiles , and TO A SLEEPING CHILD . 7.
... the tone The ear scarce knows when it is gone ! Thrice - blessed he ! whose stars design His spirit pure to lean on thine ; And watchful share , for days and years , Thy sorrows , joys , sighs , smiles , and TO A SLEEPING CHILD . 7.
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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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Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 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.