Poems for Young PeopleWilliam Chambers William and Robert Chambers, 1851 - 173 páginas |
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... regard . " With lips as cold as any stone She kissed her children small , " God bless you both , my children dear ; " With that the tears did fall . These speeches then their brother spoke To this sick couple POEMS . 5.
... regard . " With lips as cold as any stone She kissed her children small , " God bless you both , my children dear ; " With that the tears did fall . These speeches then their brother spoke To this sick couple POEMS . 5.
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... one another they did fight About the children's life ; And he that was of mildest mood Did slay the other there , Within an unfrequented wood , While babes did quake for fear . He took the children by the hand , When tears POEMS . 7.
... one another they did fight About the children's life ; And he that was of mildest mood Did slay the other there , Within an unfrequented wood , While babes did quake for fear . He took the children by the hand , When tears POEMS . 7.
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William Chambers. He took the children by the hand , When tears stood in their eye , And bade them kindly go with him , And look they did not cry . And two long miles he led them on , While they for food complain : " Stay here , " quoth ...
William Chambers. He took the children by the hand , When tears stood in their eye , And bade them kindly go with him , And look they did not cry . And two long miles he led them on , While they for food complain : " Stay here , " quoth ...
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... that I should not cry ? My Mother . Who sat and watched my infant head , When sleeping in my cradle bed , And tears of sweet affection shed ? My Mother . When pain and sickness made me cry , Who gazed 10 POEMS . MY MOTHER,
... that I should not cry ? My Mother . Who sat and watched my infant head , When sleeping in my cradle bed , And tears of sweet affection shed ? My Mother . When pain and sickness made me cry , Who gazed 10 POEMS . MY MOTHER,
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... tears of sweet affection shed , My Mother . For God , who lives above the skies , Would look with vengeance in His eyes , If I should ever dare despise , My Mother . THE NETTLE KING . BY MARY HOWITT . THERE was a Nettle both great and ...
... tears of sweet affection shed , My Mother . For God , who lives above the skies , Would look with vengeance in His eyes , If I should ever dare despise , My Mother . THE NETTLE KING . BY MARY HOWITT . THERE was a Nettle both great and ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
babes beneath bird blast blasting wind bless bloom blossoms Bluebottle breast breath bright brow carrion crow cheerful child cried croak crow dark dead dear door doth earth Edmonton fair flew flower Gelert Gilpin gold green grief hand happy harebell hath hear heard heart Heaven horse hour ISAAC WATTS John Gilpin kind kiss Ladybird light little Alice live Llewellyn's look looked and smiled Lord MARY BENNETT MARY HOWITT meek mind morn mother ne'er Nettle never night o'er old crow poor praise pretty Redbreast rest rich rise ROBERT HERRICK round Schiraz shade shine Simon simoom sing skies sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound sweet tears thee thine thing thou dost thou hast thought Thwack Thy neighbour Tis green Twas unto vale voice wassail Web-Spinner wild wind wings wise wood young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 131 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Página 150 - ... twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whispered promised pleasure And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Página 37 - How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 29 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day With a well-chosen book or friend ; — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Página 151 - Her buskins gemmed with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known ! The oak-crowned Sisters and their chaste-eyed Queen Satyrs and Sylvan Boys were seen Peeping from forth their alleys green : Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear ; And Sport leaped up, and seized his beechen spear.
Página 40 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say : " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 47 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin neck or nought, Away went hat and wig, He little dreamt when he set out Of running such a rig.
Página 31 - Religion ! what treasure untold Resides in that heavenly word! More precious than silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford; But the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard, Never sighed at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a sabbath appear'd.
Página 38 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Página 33 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...