The Warner Library, المجلد 27Charles Dudley Warner, John William Cunliffe, Ashley Horace Thorndike, Harry Morgan Ayres, Helen Rex Keller, Gerhard Richard Lomer Warner Library Company, 1917 |
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الصفحة 16336
... rise and fall of mother's bosom ' tis sleep has bound you , And oh , my child , what cosier nest for rosier rest could love have found you ? Sleep , baby dear , Sleep without fear : Mother's two arms are clasped around you . ALFRED ...
... rise and fall of mother's bosom ' tis sleep has bound you , And oh , my child , what cosier nest for rosier rest could love have found you ? Sleep , baby dear , Sleep without fear : Mother's two arms are clasped around you . ALFRED ...
الصفحة 16355
... Rising majestic o'er each earthly thing , THO And I a lake that round thy feet do cling , Kissing thy garment's hem , unknown , unseen . I tremble when the tempests darkly screen Thy face from mine . I smile when sunbeams fling Their ...
... Rising majestic o'er each earthly thing , THO And I a lake that round thy feet do cling , Kissing thy garment's hem , unknown , unseen . I tremble when the tempests darkly screen Thy face from mine . I smile when sunbeams fling Their ...
الصفحة 16356
... rising o'er Petersham Hill ; And with Love like a rose in the stern of the wherry , There's danger in crossing to Twickenham Town . THEOPHILE MARZIALS . DOLLIE HE sports a witching gown , With a ruffle up and down SHE On the skirt ; She ...
... rising o'er Petersham Hill ; And with Love like a rose in the stern of the wherry , There's danger in crossing to Twickenham Town . THEOPHILE MARZIALS . DOLLIE HE sports a witching gown , With a ruffle up and down SHE On the skirt ; She ...
الصفحة 16362
... rise . Brave prick - song ! who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings , — The morn not waking till she sings . Hark , hark ! with what a pretty throat Poor Robin Redbreast ...
... rise . Brave prick - song ! who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings , — The morn not waking till she sings . Hark , hark ! with what a pretty throat Poor Robin Redbreast ...
الصفحة 16363
... Rise to sight , - Glad am I thy face to see : One I love , All above , Has a ruddy cheek like thee . Fainter far Roses are , Though with morning dew - drops bright ; Ne'er was fur Soft like her , Milk itself is not so white . When she ...
... Rise to sight , - Glad am I thy face to see : One I love , All above , Has a ruddy cheek like thee . Fainter far Roses are , Though with morning dew - drops bright ; Ne'er was fur Soft like her , Milk itself is not so white . When she ...
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Author Unknown beauty Ben Bolt beneath Binnorie bird blow blue bonny brave breast breath bright brow Charles Godfrey Leland cried dark dead dear death deep doth dream Dublin University Magazine earth EMMA LAZARUS eyes F. W. Bourdillon face fair fear feet flowers George Walter Thornbury gleam Glenlogie gold golden grave gray green hair hame hand hast hath hear heart heaven king kiss land laugh light lips live Lizette Woodworth Reese look Lord Louise Chandler Moulton love's Margaret Deland merry morning mother ne'er never night o'er pain PAULINE JOHNSON pray rest Robert Buchanan rose round shining shore sigh sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul stars sweet tears tell thee There's thine things thou thought Translation in Dublin tree twas voice waves weary wild William wind wings wonder
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الصفحة 16432 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more ? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps...
الصفحة 16406 - MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which seek through the world is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home! home! sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home!
الصفحة 16586 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
الصفحة 16856 - Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run, Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice.
الصفحة 16510 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
الصفحة 16871 - To you in David's town, this day, Is born of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign. 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
الصفحة 16431 - Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget!
الصفحة 16839 - A million torches lighted by thy hand Wander unwearied through the blue abyss : They own thy power, accomplish thy command. All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss, What shall we call them ? Piles of crystal light, A glorious company of golden streams, Lamps of celestial ether burning bright, Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams ? But thou to these art as the noon to night.
الصفحة 16413 - WOODMAN, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
الصفحة 17024 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills ; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.