Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and SchoolCrosby, Nichols, & Company, 1854 - 430 Seiten |
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... feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make , Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake , With me ' t were always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But ...
... feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make , Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake , With me ' t were always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But ...
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... feel my sorrow's share ? Can a father see his child Weep , nor be with sorrow filled ? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan , an infant fear ? No ! no ! never can it be ! Never , never can it be ! And can He who smiles on all Hear ...
... feel my sorrow's share ? Can a father see his child Weep , nor be with sorrow filled ? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan , an infant fear ? No ! no ! never can it be ! Never , never can it be ! And can He who smiles on all Hear ...
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... feel the sorrow too . --- Think not thou canst sigh a sigh , And thy Maker is not nigh ; Think not thou canst weep a tear , And thy Maker is not near . O , he gives to us his joy , That our griefs he may destroy ; Till our grief is fled ...
... feel the sorrow too . --- Think not thou canst sigh a sigh , And thy Maker is not nigh ; Think not thou canst weep a tear , And thy Maker is not near . O , he gives to us his joy , That our griefs he may destroy ; Till our grief is fled ...
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... feel ! " And soon in the earth she sunk away From the comfortless spot where the Pebble lay But it was not long ere the soil was broke By the peering head of an infant oak ! E 52 NIGHT . And as it arose and its branches THE PEBBLE AND ...
... feel ! " And soon in the earth she sunk away From the comfortless spot where the Pebble lay But it was not long ere the soil was broke By the peering head of an infant oak ! E 52 NIGHT . And as it arose and its branches THE PEBBLE AND ...
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... feel of June , Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon , When even the bees lag at the summoning brass ; And you , warm little housekeeper , who class With those who think the candles come too soon , Loving the fire , and with your ...
... feel of June , Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon , When even the bees lag at the summoning brass ; And you , warm little housekeeper , who class With those who think the candles come too soon , Loving the fire , and with your ...
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BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath bird Birdie bless breast breath bright child clouds Crocodile customed hill CYMBELINE dark dear death deep delight doth E'en earth fair fairy father fear flowers fly away home glory gone grave green grief hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills Inchcape Inchcape rock John Barleycorn King Lady Moon lady-bird land light live look Lord loud Mabel Mary Howitt maun MIDSUMMER DAY mind Miss Lamb mother mountain mourn never night o'er Patrick Spence poor praise Queen rest rock round sail Samian wine shining shining book shore silent sing singing bee sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spring stars storm stream sweet tears tempests thee thine things thou art thou hast thought toil top-mast tree unto voice wandering waves weary weep wild wind wings wood
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Seite 391 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Seite 135 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod; They have left unstained what there they found, — Freedom to worship God.
Seite 174 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. " Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. " Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. "Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then...
Seite 357 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
Seite 406 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
Seite 375 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Seite 311 - Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Seite 278 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Seite 359 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
Seite 228 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.