The garland; or, Poetry for childhood and youth1850 |
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... keep you in safety , if you will . And then when the fields are green and Your merry song will my care repay ; I would not hurt you , my pretty thing , I love too well to hear you sing . BROTHERLY LOVE . gay , The God of heaven is ...
... keep you in safety , if you will . And then when the fields are green and Your merry song will my care repay ; I would not hurt you , my pretty thing , I love too well to hear you sing . BROTHERLY LOVE . gay , The God of heaven is ...
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... keep , What does through our curtains peep ? The moon , the moon , the silver moon . What shines when , all is lone and still , Except the little bubbling rill That turns the wheel of yonder mill ? The moon , the moon , the silver moon ...
... keep , What does through our curtains peep ? The moon , the moon , the silver moon . What shines when , all is lone and still , Except the little bubbling rill That turns the wheel of yonder mill ? The moon , the moon , the silver moon ...
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... keeps me from And should not I love and obey him again ? [ pain , Then I'll try with his help to do all that is right , And I hope he will bless me and guard me to night . THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL . Come take up your hats , and away let us ...
... keeps me from And should not I love and obey him again ? [ pain , Then I'll try with his help to do all that is right , And I hope he will bless me and guard me to night . THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL . Come take up your hats , and away let us ...
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... keep , While you through my curtains peep , And you never shut your eye , Till the sun is in the sky . Twinkle , twinkle , little star , How I wonder what you are . GOD . When I look up to yonder sky So pure , so bright , so wondrous ...
... keep , While you through my curtains peep , And you never shut your eye , Till the sun is in the sky . Twinkle , twinkle , little star , How I wonder what you are . GOD . When I look up to yonder sky So pure , so bright , so wondrous ...
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... keep out of your way , As you kill them for nothing at all but your play . THE SPARROWS . Hop about , pretty.sparrows , and pick up the hay , And the twigs , and the wool , and the moss ; Indeed , I'll stand far enough out of your way ...
... keep out of your way , As you kill them for nothing at all but your play . THE SPARROWS . Hop about , pretty.sparrows , and pick up the hay , And the twigs , and the wool , and the moss ; Indeed , I'll stand far enough out of your way ...
Términos y frases comunes
Arouse thee beautiful beneath bird bless blest breath bright brother busy cheer child cold coming creeping dark dead dear death deep earth everywhere father flowers give given glorious glory gone grave green hand happy head hear heart heaven hope hour housewifery keep kind kiss labour land light live look Lord meet mind moon morning mother never night o'er once pass past peace play poor praise pray prayer rest rise round Seek shining sigh sing sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars sweet taught tear tell thee things thou thou art thou hast thought thro tree turn twinkle voice wanderer watch waves weary wind wings young youth
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Página 137 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Página 62 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Página 56 - once again he cried, ' If I may yet be gone ! ' And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Página 48 - Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Página 103 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
Página 62 - 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.
Página 55 - The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form.
Página 100 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a...
Página 64 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Página 122 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.