The garland; or, Poetry for childhood and youth1850 |
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... sigh , And all their merry chat was o'er , And yet they felt , they knew not why , More glad than they had done before . THE SNOWDROP . Welcome ! snowdrop , pretty thing , Welcome ! harbinger of spring ; When snow and ice melt fast away ...
... sigh , And all their merry chat was o'er , And yet they felt , they knew not why , More glad than they had done before . THE SNOWDROP . Welcome ! snowdrop , pretty thing , Welcome ! harbinger of spring ; When snow and ice melt fast away ...
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... he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I always keep awake , With me ' twere always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless 36 THE GARLAND ; OR , POETRY.
... he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I always keep awake , With me ' twere always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless 36 THE GARLAND ; OR , POETRY.
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Garland. With heavy sighs I often 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 ; While thus I sing , I am a king , Although a poor ...
Garland. With heavy sighs I often 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 ; While thus I sing , I am a king , Although a poor ...
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... sighs ; And never let thine heart be shut Against the wretch's cries ! For here forlorn and sad I sit Within the wiry gate ; And tremble at the approaching morn Which brings impending fate . If e'er thy breast with freedom glowed And ...
... sighs ; And never let thine heart be shut Against the wretch's cries ! For here forlorn and sad I sit Within the wiry gate ; And tremble at the approaching morn Which brings impending fate . If e'er thy breast with freedom glowed And ...
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... mother sighed , my mother wept , My father talked of wealth and fame ; But still she wept and sigh'd and wept , Till I to see her did the same . But soon the horsemen throng around , My father mounts 52 THE GARLAND ; OR , POETRY ,
... mother sighed , my mother wept , My father talked of wealth and fame ; But still she wept and sigh'd and wept , Till I to see her did the same . But soon the horsemen throng around , My father mounts 52 THE GARLAND ; OR , POETRY ,
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.