The garland; or, Poetry for childhood and youth1850 |
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... meet my eyes , How sweet the birds sing in the skies , How fresh appear the hills and trees , And oh ! how pure the morning breeze ! I bless thy love in all I see , For were not these things made for me ? And was it not to meet my sight ...
... meet my eyes , How sweet the birds sing in the skies , How fresh appear the hills and trees , And oh ! how pure the morning breeze ! I bless thy love in all I see , For were not these things made for me ? And was it not to meet my sight ...
Sida 49
... meets one , only feeds — the faster . Who seeks him must be worse than blind , He and his house are so combined , If finding it , he failed to find- its master . F COWPER . PRINCE LEEBOO . From the mighty Pacific , with soft FOR ...
... meets one , only feeds — the faster . Who seeks him must be worse than blind , He and his house are so combined , If finding it , he failed to find- its master . F COWPER . PRINCE LEEBOO . From the mighty Pacific , with soft FOR ...
Sida 54
... meet you again . Have THE SONG OF THE GRASSHOPPER . you not heard , in the sweet summer time , A sound as of young birds singing , When the beautiful carth is dressed in her prime , And the woods with soft echoes are ringing ? It is I ...
... meet you again . Have THE SONG OF THE GRASSHOPPER . you not heard , in the sweet summer time , A sound as of young birds singing , When the beautiful carth is dressed in her prime , And the woods with soft echoes are ringing ? It is I ...
Sida 57
Garland. SONG OF THE ANT . Come with me to our palace halls , Meet for a fairy - queen , Our palace with its chambers wide , Under the hillock green . There were a thousand busy feet At work with wondrous skill , To carry out the heavy ...
Garland. SONG OF THE ANT . Come with me to our palace halls , Meet for a fairy - queen , Our palace with its chambers wide , Under the hillock green . There were a thousand busy feet At work with wondrous skill , To carry out the heavy ...
Sida 70
... Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told ; Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The cottage homes of England ! By thousands on her plains , They are smiling o'er ...
... Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told ; Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The cottage homes of England ! By thousands on her plains , They are smiling o'er ...
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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.