Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and SchoolCrosby and Nichols, 1855 - 430 страници |
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... hear ; She comes at its calling , she quiets its squalling , And feeds it , and leaves it again without fear . When you were as young as this field - nursed daugh- ter , You were fed in the house and brought up on the knee ; So tenderly ...
... hear ; She comes at its calling , she quiets its squalling , And feeds it , and leaves it again without fear . When you were as young as this field - nursed daugh- ter , You were fed in the house and brought up on the knee ; So tenderly ...
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... hear You mourn my hapless woe But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know . Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy ; Whilst thus I sing , I am a king , Although a poor blind boy . 12 THE LAME BROTHER ...
... hear You mourn my hapless woe But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know . Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy ; Whilst thus I sing , I am a king , Although a poor blind boy . 12 THE LAME BROTHER ...
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... hears what thou dost say ! " Thus spoke his tender mother ; And on an evening bright , When the red , round sun descended ' Mid clouds of crimson light , Again the boy was playing , And earnestly said he , " O beautiful child Jesus ...
... hears what thou dost say ! " Thus spoke his tender mother ; And on an evening bright , When the red , round sun descended ' Mid clouds of crimson light , Again the boy was playing , And earnestly said he , " O beautiful child Jesus ...
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... hear Or else I dreamed it , ' t is so queer A Pin and Needle in the cushion Maintain the following discussion . The Needle , " extra - fine , gold - eyed , " Was very sharp and full of pride . And thus , methought , she did begin ...
... hear Or else I dreamed it , ' t is so queer A Pin and Needle in the cushion Maintain the following discussion . The Needle , " extra - fine , gold - eyed , " Was very sharp and full of pride . And thus , methought , she did begin ...
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... hear in one short day ; No servants wait on lordly man Can hear one half of what you can . " T is not worth while to mince the matter ; Nor men nor boys like girls can chatter . All now are learning , forward moving , E'en Pins and ...
... hear in one short day ; No servants wait on lordly man Can hear one half of what you can . " T is not worth while to mince the matter ; Nor men nor boys like girls can chatter . All now are learning , forward moving , E'en Pins and ...
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Страница 322 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 135 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er. When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Страница 320 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal 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!
Страница 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...
Страница 410 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Страница 365 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Страница 156 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Страница 113 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.