The mother's book of poetry, selected by Mrs. A. Gatty1872 |
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... sing Out loud , ' Where's Doll ? ' - I hear him yet , As clear as anything . " Where's Dolly ? ' I no answer made ; For she dropp'd like a stone Down through the deep sea - and it closed : The little thing was gone . ' Where's Doll ...
... sing Out loud , ' Where's Doll ? ' - I hear him yet , As clear as anything . " Where's Dolly ? ' I no answer made ; For she dropp'd like a stone Down through the deep sea - and it closed : The little thing was gone . ' Where's Doll ...
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... sing to them . “ And often after sunset , sir , When it is light and fair , I take my little porringer , And eat my supper there . " The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay , Till God released her of her pain , And ...
... sing to them . “ And often after sunset , sir , When it is light and fair , I take my little porringer , And eat my supper there . " The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay , Till God released her of her pain , And ...
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... singing at their play— In my memory awaken Thoughts of one who has been taken- Of a little heart that beats no more- Of a little voice that's ringing , ' Mid the angels sweetly singing Songs of gladness on a distant shore ! Robert Gray ...
... singing at their play— In my memory awaken Thoughts of one who has been taken- Of a little heart that beats no more- Of a little voice that's ringing , ' Mid the angels sweetly singing Songs of gladness on a distant shore ! Robert Gray ...
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... sings the same songs when I sit on her knee , And the house goes on as it went long ago , When we lived together , all three . Sometimes my heart seems to sink , Papa , And I feel as if I could be happy no more . Is she changed , do you ...
... sings the same songs when I sit on her knee , And the house goes on as it went long ago , When we lived together , all three . Sometimes my heart seems to sink , Papa , And I feel as if I could be happy no more . Is she changed , do you ...
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... sings her fill , Singing most joyfully , Till the shuttle falls from her hand , And the whizzing wheel stands still . She steals to the window and looks at the sand ; And over the sand at the sea ; And her eyes are set in a stare ; And ...
... sings her fill , Singing most joyfully , Till the shuttle falls from her hand , And the whizzing wheel stands still . She steals to the window and looks at the sand ; And over the sand at the sea ; And her eyes are set in a stare ; And ...
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Alfred Tennyson angel auld Robin Gray beautiful bells beneath birds boatie rows boy-my boy breath bright brother Charles Kingsley cheek child CHILDHOOD Children's Hour churchyard Cusha dark dead death Dick dost dream earth Effie Engraved ETON COLLEGE ever-never eyes face fair father Felicia Hemans flowers gaze gone grave green grief H. W. Longfellow hair happy hath hear heard heart heaven How's my boy-my Jack-in-the-green Jean Ingelow John John Keble Kilve light little birdie look look'd maid Maid Marian Margaret Gatty Miserere Domine mother nest never Never-for night o'er pain Papa play play'd poor pray prayer rest round sailor seem'd shining shore sing sleep smiles song sorrow soul sound Swanage sweet Sydney Dobell tears tender thee thine Thomas Hood thou art thought Twas uppe voice weary weep wild wind wonder young
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Страница 219 - 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. VII Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
Страница 111 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Страница 218 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Страница 51 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Страница 36 - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Страница 224 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Страница 243 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
Страница 221 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Страница 219 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Страница 102 - There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.