The garland; or, Poetry for childhood and youth1850 |
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Sida 4
... coming down very fast , No shelter is found on the tree , When you hear this unpitying blast , I pray you take pity on me . The hips and the haws are all gone ; I can find neither berry nor sloe ; The ground is as hard as a stone , And ...
... coming down very fast , No shelter is found on the tree , When you hear this unpitying blast , I pray you take pity on me . The hips and the haws are all gone ; I can find neither berry nor sloe ; The ground is as hard as a stone , And ...
Sida 5
... him too . THE DAISY . I'm a pretty little thing , Always coming in the spring , In the meadows green I'm found , Peeping just ' above the ground , And my stalk is covered flat , With a white FOR CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH . 5.
... him too . THE DAISY . I'm a pretty little thing , Always coming in the spring , In the meadows green I'm found , Peeping just ' above the ground , And my stalk is covered flat , With a white FOR CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH . 5.
Sida 24
... coming to pass ! For it could not have guess'd , as it frisk'd in the sun , That a child would destroy it for nothing but fun . The spider who weaves his fine cobweb so neat , Might have caught him , indeed , for he wants him to eat ...
... coming to pass ! For it could not have guess'd , as it frisk'd in the sun , That a child would destroy it for nothing but fun . The spider who weaves his fine cobweb so neat , Might have caught him , indeed , for he wants him to eat ...
Sida 33
... coming , little maiden ! With the pleasant sunshine laden ; With the honey for the bee ; With the blossom for the tree ; With the flower and with the leaf ; Till I come the time is brief . I am coming , I am coming ! Hark ! the little ...
... coming , little maiden ! With the pleasant sunshine laden ; With the honey for the bee ; With the blossom for the tree ; With the flower and with the leaf ; Till I come the time is brief . I am coming , I am coming ! Hark ! the little ...
Sida 58
... coming on , When friend and when brother Perchance may be gone . Then ' midst our dejection How sweet to have earned The blest recollection Of kindness returned ! When day hath departed , And memory keeps Her watch broken - hearted ...
... coming on , When friend and when brother Perchance may be gone . Then ' midst our dejection How sweet to have earned The blest recollection Of kindness returned ! When day hath departed , And memory keeps Her watch broken - hearted ...
Vanliga ord och fraser
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
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Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 56 - once again he cried, ' If I may yet be gone ! ' And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 64 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Sida 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.