Pictures and Flowers for Child-loversWalker, Wise, 1861 - 211 páginas |
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... Sleep , On my First Son , Curiosity , The Morning - Glory , To a Child , • · Harry's Letter , Some Account of a Remarkable Baby , The Boy's Appeal , PAGE R. Edmonstone , 9 Mrs. Judson , 11 · H. Gould , 12 • • Mrs. Norton , William ...
... Sleep , On my First Son , Curiosity , The Morning - Glory , To a Child , • · Harry's Letter , Some Account of a Remarkable Baby , The Boy's Appeal , PAGE R. Edmonstone , 9 Mrs. Judson , 11 · H. Gould , 12 • • Mrs. Norton , William ...
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... Sleeping , A Parental Ode to my Son , The Gypsy Child , Tired of Play , • • • The Reaper and the Flowers , The Little Step - Son , Morning , · Threnody . [ Extract ] , Household Treasures , The Star and the Flower , The Charge of ...
... Sleeping , A Parental Ode to my Son , The Gypsy Child , Tired of Play , • • • The Reaper and the Flowers , The Little Step - Son , Morning , · Threnody . [ Extract ] , Household Treasures , The Star and the Flower , The Charge of ...
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Wilt there its final step be taken ? There , sleep thine eye no more to waken ? Is it to glory or to shame , To sully or to gild thy name ? Is it to happiness or woe This little foot is made to go ? But wheresoe'er its lines may fall ...
Wilt there its final step be taken ? There , sleep thine eye no more to waken ? Is it to glory or to shame , To sully or to gild thy name ? Is it to happiness or woe This little foot is made to go ? But wheresoe'er its lines may fall ...
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... SLEEP . BUT a child ! that bids the world good night In downright earnest , and cuts it quite , - Is a cherub no art can copy ; His bed is a perfect halcyon nest , - All. CHILD - SLEEP . 3383 Child-Sleep,
... SLEEP . BUT a child ! that bids the world good night In downright earnest , and cuts it quite , - Is a cherub no art can copy ; His bed is a perfect halcyon nest , - All. CHILD - SLEEP . 3383 Child-Sleep,
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... sleep sit waiting on his lids , How winningly he pleads to gain you o'er , That he may read one little story more ! Nor yet alone to toys or tales confined , It sits , dark - brooding , o'er his embryo mind . Take him between your knees ...
... sleep sit waiting on his lids , How winningly he pleads to gain you o'er , That he may read one little story more ! Nor yet alone to toys or tales confined , It sits , dark - brooding , o'er his embryo mind . Take him between your knees ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
angel arms art thou art young babe beautiful beneath bird blessed blest bloom blossoms born breast breath bright brow cheek cherub CHILD IS FATHER childhood childish cradle dainty Babie Bell dark dear death delight dim forest E'en earth earthly eyes face fair fairy father feel feet flowers fond fragrant gentle glow grief hair halls of light hand happy hast thou hath head heaven holy hope hour infant innocent innocent sleep kiss laughing life's light lisping little boy look manikin Moloch morning mother mother's smile ne'er nest numbers o'er pain PINDARIC play playmate pray prayer rose-tree round sing sleep smile snow soft sorrow soul spirit summer sunbeam sunny sunset Lodged sweet sweet replies tears tell tender thee thine thing Thou art thought tread treasure walk watch weary ween wild wings young youth
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Página 86 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By...
Página 109 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Página 108 - mid work of his own hand he lies. Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses. With light upon him from his father's eyes!
Página 144 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Página 123 - 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...
Página 167 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 84 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Página 47 - Play on, play on ; I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring ; I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing ; I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smother'd call ; And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.
Página 182 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Página 138 - With antic toys so funnily bestuck, Light as the singing bird that wings the air — (The door! the door! he'll tumble down the stair!) Thou darling of thy sire ! (Why, Jane, he'll set his pinafore afire!) Thou imp of mirth and joy!