Childhood, a selection from the poets, by H.M.R.1841 - 80 páginas |
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... brows and eyelids , meekly bright , Through all the after years which saw ye move Lowly yet still majestic , in the might , The conscious glory of the Saviour's love ! And honoured be all childhood , for the sake Of that high love ! Let ...
... brows and eyelids , meekly bright , Through all the after years which saw ye move Lowly yet still majestic , in the might , The conscious glory of the Saviour's love ! And honoured be all childhood , for the sake Of that high love ! Let ...
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... brow , Even while I gaze are kindling now . I called thee duteous : am I wrong ? No ! truth , I feel , is in my song : Duteous thy heart's still beatings move To God , to nature , and to love ! To God ! -for thou , a harmless child ...
... brow , Even while I gaze are kindling now . I called thee duteous : am I wrong ? No ! truth , I feel , is in my song : Duteous thy heart's still beatings move To God , to nature , and to love ! To God ! -for thou , a harmless child ...
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... brow bore token of the la Yet o'er his heart affection's gentle Maintained that lingering spells endears , And while he told his tale his eyes were tears . But not with tears of sorrow : -for the ge Is often wet with joy and gratitud ...
... brow bore token of the la Yet o'er his heart affection's gentle Maintained that lingering spells endears , And while he told his tale his eyes were tears . But not with tears of sorrow : -for the ge Is often wet with joy and gratitud ...
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... brow . At last the fane was reached , The earth's one sanctuary ; and rapture hushed Her bosom , as before her , through the day It rose a mountain of white marble , steeped In light like floating gold . But the hour Waned to the ...
... brow . At last the fane was reached , The earth's one sanctuary ; and rapture hushed Her bosom , as before her , through the day It rose a mountain of white marble , steeped In light like floating gold . But the hour Waned to the ...
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... brow . At last the fane was reached , The earth's one sanctuary ; and rapture hushed Her bosom , as before her , through the day It rose a mountain of white marble , steeped In light like floating gold . But the hour Waned to the ...
... brow . At last the fane was reached , The earth's one sanctuary ; and rapture hushed Her bosom , as before her , through the day It rose a mountain of white marble , steeped In light like floating gold . But the hour Waned to the ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
angel arms art thou babe BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON beneath BERNARD BARTON blessed blest bliss bosom breast breath bright brow calm cheek cherub child childhood dark dear death deep delight doth dreams E'en earth eyes face fade fair father fear feel flowers fond forest lea gaze gentle glad grave grief guardian band hand happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath head hear heart heaven heavenly HEMANS holy hope hopes and fears hour infant innocence JOANNA BAILLIE kiss knee laughing light lips lisping look MARY HOWITT meek mirth morn mother murmur N. P. WILLIS night o'er thy pain peace pray prayer pure rest rose rosy round sighs silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star sunny brow sweet SWEET child tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert thought thy mother's unto voice watch weep wild wings
Passagens conhecidas
Página 357 - Thou whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,— Mighty prophet! seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Página 356 - 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. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Página 357 - 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. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies.
Página 354 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep. And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Página 355 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Página 259 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days. The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Página 339 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Página 359 - 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 ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
Página 279 - Say, father, say If yet my task is done!' He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. 'Speak, father!' once again he cried, 'If I may yet be gone!
Página 309 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.