The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four Parts, Volumes 1-2C. Scribner & Company, 1868 |
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... head . Sleep , my babe , thy food and raiment , House and home , thy friends provide ; And without thy care , or payment , All thy wants are well supplied . Soft and easy is thy cradle ; Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay , When his ...
... head . Sleep , my babe , thy food and raiment , House and home , thy friends provide ; And without thy care , or payment , All thy wants are well supplied . Soft and easy is thy cradle ; Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay , When his ...
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... head , That his arms had been thrown around me , And that I might have seen his kind looks when he said : " Let the little ones come unto me . " But still , to his footstool in prayer I may go , And ask for a share of his love ; And if ...
... head , That his arms had been thrown around me , And that I might have seen his kind looks when he said : " Let the little ones come unto me . " But still , to his footstool in prayer I may go , And ask for a share of his love ; And if ...
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... head this way . What is Life ? Oh , kitten , say 1 " Life ? " said the kitten , winking her eyes , And twitching her tail in a droll surprise- " Life ? O , it's racing over the floor , Out at the window and in at the door ; Now on the ...
... head this way . What is Life ? Oh , kitten , say 1 " Life ? " said the kitten , winking her eyes , And twitching her tail in a droll surprise- " Life ? O , it's racing over the floor , Out at the window and in at the door ; Now on the ...
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... head , And went and hid behind the bed ; For HE stole that pretty nest From poor little yellow - breast ; And he felt so full of shame , He did not like to tell his name . " D XXXIV . BESSIE BELL . EAR mother , why do all the girls Love ...
... head , And went and hid behind the bed ; For HE stole that pretty nest From poor little yellow - breast ; And he felt so full of shame , He did not like to tell his name . " D XXXIV . BESSIE BELL . EAR mother , why do all the girls Love ...
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... head , And at her little shoe . " Oh ! but she is a comely child , " Said a third , " and we will lay A good - luck penny in her path A boon for her this day , Seeing she broke no living bough , No live thing did affray . " With that ...
... head , And at her little shoe . " Oh ! but she is a comely child , " Said a third , " and we will lay A good - luck penny in her path A boon for her this day , Seeing she broke no living bough , No live thing did affray . " With that ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
angel beautiful beneath bird blessed blue brave breast breath bright brow Caldon Low cheer child clouds cried dark dear death deep doth earth Eliza Cook eyes face fair father fear feet flowers Frances Anne Kemble glory glow golden green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre jackdaw Katydid kiss lady land Leigh Hunt light lips LITTLE ROBIN REDBREASTS live look Lord Mary Howitt merry morning mother mountain ne'er never night o'er ocean Pixies poor pray prayer rest rose round sail Samian wine shine shore sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound stars stood sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thing Thomas Hood thou thought tree Twas voice waves weary ween weep wild wind wings Winthrop Mackworth Praed word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 275 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Página 54 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Página 182 - Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!
Página 217 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 240 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Página 331 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Página 192 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 181 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, a<s the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Página 255 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown : This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Página 273 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.