Good-night Poetry: (Bedside Poetry) A Parent's Assistant in Moral DisciplineGinn, 1890 - 143 Seiten |
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... Beauty everywhere in nature , Cowards fear ills to come , 56 . 74 . Beauty its own excuse for being , Dead yet not absent , 50 . Child the father of the man , 73. Duty coincident with beauty , 51 . Duty leads to glory , 52 . Duty new ...
... Beauty everywhere in nature , Cowards fear ills to come , 56 . 74 . Beauty its own excuse for being , Dead yet not absent , 50 . Child the father of the man , 73. Duty coincident with beauty , 51 . Duty leads to glory , 52 . Duty new ...
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... the poor , unsightly , noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore With the sun , and the sand , and the wild uproar . EMERSON ( Each and All ) . 32 VERY night and every morn E some to misery 60 BEDSIDE POETRY .
... the poor , unsightly , noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore With the sun , and the sand , and the wild uproar . EMERSON ( Each and All ) . 32 VERY night and every morn E some to misery 60 BEDSIDE POETRY .
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... 'er dangerous moor . Nor to thyself the task shall be Without reward ; for thou shalt learn The wisdom early to discern True beauty in utility . LONGFELLOW ( To a Child ) . 6 * 35 HE Future hides in it THE Gladness 64 BEDSIDE POETRY .
... 'er dangerous moor . Nor to thyself the task shall be Without reward ; for thou shalt learn The wisdom early to discern True beauty in utility . LONGFELLOW ( To a Child ) . 6 * 35 HE Future hides in it THE Gladness 64 BEDSIDE POETRY .
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... From each to each kind looks are cast ; We hear their words , their smiles behold , They're round us as they were of old- We are all here . SPRAGUE ( The Family Meeting ) . 51 SLEPT , and dreamed that life was Beauty ; 84 BEDSIDE POETRY .
... From each to each kind looks are cast ; We hear their words , their smiles behold , They're round us as they were of old- We are all here . SPRAGUE ( The Family Meeting ) . 51 SLEPT , and dreamed that life was Beauty ; 84 BEDSIDE POETRY .
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... Beauty ; ISLEPT , was I woke , and found that life was Duty . Was my dream , then , a shadowy lie ? Toil on , poor heart , unceasingly ; And thou shalt find thy dream to be A truth and noonday light to thee . HOOPER ( Life a Duty ) . 52 ...
... Beauty ; ISLEPT , was I woke , and found that life was Duty . Was my dream , then , a shadowy lie ? Toil on , poor heart , unceasingly ; And thou shalt find thy dream to be A truth and noonday light to thee . HOOPER ( Life a Duty ) . 52 ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
beauty BEDSIDE POETRY Beware bird Bitter Gourd Blenheim born brave breath bridge I crost brother CLOUGH COLERIDGE COWPER cried dare dark dear death desert doth dream dust Duty earth EMERSON eyes famous victory fate Father fatherland fear forever fought Freedom God's grave hand hast hath hear heart heaven heritage hither hold in fee Hope Jaffàr labor land LEIGH HUNT light live LONGFELLOW lord LOWELL man's son inherit mother Napoleon night noble o'er Ozymandias pain peace Peschiera pippins poor poor man's son rest Rhodora Ring round sand scorn seems SHAKSPERE shore silent slave smile song sorrow soul sounding spirit stand stood strife submit sweet TENNYSON thee thine things thou art toil true Truth twas twill UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA voice wave weary WHITTIER wild wild bells wild wheel Wise wish to hold WORDSWORTH youth Yussouf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 103 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Seite 74 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Seite 42 - But everybody said," quoth he, "that 'twas a famous victory. My father lived at Blenheim then, yon little stream hard by; they burnt his dwelling to the ground, and he was forced to fly: so with his wife and child he fled, nor had he where to rest his head.
Seite 77 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Seite 70 - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a" that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A Man's a Man for a
Seite 82 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Seite 124 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
Seite 136 - TERMINUS. IT is time to be old, To take in sail : — The god of bounds, Who sets to seas a shore, Came to me in his fatal rounds, And said : ' No more ! No farther shoot Thy broad ambitious branches, and thy root. Fancy departs : no more invent ; Contract thy firmament To compass of a tent.
Seite 92 - CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill!
Seite 112 - IN May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the redbird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array.