The garland; or, Poetry for childhood and youth1850 |
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... play , or steal or fight , If we remembered God was by , And that we're always in his sight ? When those we love are standing near , It makes us careful what we do ; And ought we not much more to fear The Lord who sees and hears us too ...
... play , or steal or fight , If we remembered God was by , And that we're always in his sight ? When those we love are standing near , It makes us careful what we do ; And ought we not much more to fear The Lord who sees and hears us too ...
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... . LITTLE BOY . Pretty bee , pray tell me why Thus from flower to flower you fly , Culling sweets through all the day , Never leaving off to play ? BEE . Summer sweets will soon be o'er , Winter FOR CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH . 15.
... . LITTLE BOY . Pretty bee , pray tell me why Thus from flower to flower you fly , Culling sweets through all the day , Never leaving off to play ? BEE . Summer sweets will soon be o'er , Winter FOR CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH . 15.
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... play . Tho ' I've nothing fine to wear , Yet for that I do not care . When to work I go along , Singing loud my morning song , With my wallet at my back , Or my waggon whip to smack ; O , I am as happy then , As the idle gentleman . I ...
... play . Tho ' I've nothing fine to wear , Yet for that I do not care . When to work I go along , Singing loud my morning song , With my wallet at my back , Or my waggon whip to smack ; O , I am as happy then , As the idle gentleman . I ...
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... play , Let my first years be past ; That I may give for every day Some good account at last . THE POOR FLY . So , so , you are running away Mr. Fly , But I'll come at you now , if you don't go WATTS . too high ; There , there , I have ...
... play , Let my first years be past ; That I may give for every day Some good account at last . THE POOR FLY . So , so , you are running away Mr. Fly , But I'll come at you now , if you don't go WATTS . too high ; There , there , I have ...
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... her come and sport and play On the lawn at close of day . The little lark goes soaring high To the bright windows of the sky ; Singing as if ' twere always spring , And fluttering 26 THE GARLAND ; OR , POETRY Little children, never give.
... her come and sport and play On the lawn at close of day . The little lark goes soaring high To the bright windows of the sky ; Singing as if ' twere always spring , And fluttering 26 THE GARLAND ; OR , POETRY Little children, never give.
Palavras e frases frequentes
Arouse thee beautiful beneath birds bless blest breast breath bright brother busy bee cheer child cold coming creeping everywhere crimson-tipped CUCKOO dark dead dear doth earth earthly ELIZA COOK everlasting song fairy-queen father William flame flowers gathering band gay bowers Gelert glorious glory glowworm gone grave green hand happy hath hear heart heaven hope hour Ill housewifery John Tomkins labour life's light live Llewellyn's look Lord marmot mercy merry mighty wanderer moon morning mother ne'er nest never night numbered o'er peace PENNY MAGAZINE Piedmontese poor praise pray prayer repose rise roam round shining sigh sing sink to thy sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit sugh sweet tear tell tempest There's thine things thou art thou busy thou hast thought thro thy rest toil tree twinkle voice waves weary wild wind wings youth
Passagens conhecidas
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.