Childhood, a selection from the poets, by H.M.R.1841 - 80 من الصفحات |
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... morn they missed her she had been As usual to the garden arbour brought , After their matin meal ; her placid mien Had worn no seeming shade of graver thought , C Her voice , her smile , with cheerfulness were fraught A GRANDSIRE'S TALE ...
... morn they missed her she had been As usual to the garden arbour brought , After their matin meal ; her placid mien Had worn no seeming shade of graver thought , C Her voice , her smile , with cheerfulness were fraught A GRANDSIRE'S TALE ...
الصفحة 27
... morn ! Welcome , a thousand welcomes ! Care , who clings ' Round all , seems loosening now its serpent fold : New hope springs upward ; and the bright World seems Cast back into a youth of endless springs ! Sweet mother , is it so ? -or ...
... morn ! Welcome , a thousand welcomes ! Care , who clings ' Round all , seems loosening now its serpent fold : New hope springs upward ; and the bright World seems Cast back into a youth of endless springs ! Sweet mother , is it so ? -or ...
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... morn , a visible reality , Holy and quiet as a hermit's dream : Unconscious witness to the promised birth Of perfect good , that may not grow on earth , Nor be computed by the worldly worth And stated limits of morality , Fair type and ...
... morn , a visible reality , Holy and quiet as a hermit's dream : Unconscious witness to the promised birth Of perfect good , that may not grow on earth , Nor be computed by the worldly worth And stated limits of morality , Fair type and ...
الصفحة 30
... morn , When surely ' t were a thing unmeet to grieve ; When ribbons gay the village maids adorn , And Sabbath music , on the swelling gales , Floats to the farthest nooks of winding vales , And summons all the beauty of the dales . Fit ...
... morn , When surely ' t were a thing unmeet to grieve ; When ribbons gay the village maids adorn , And Sabbath music , on the swelling gales , Floats to the farthest nooks of winding vales , And summons all the beauty of the dales . Fit ...
الصفحة 32
... There rose a shuddering sob , As if the bosom by some hidden sword Was cleft in twain . Morn came - a blight had found The crimson velvet 32 MRS SIGOURNEY WORDSWORTH 228 +The Child's Heart The lost On the Portrait of a Child Hymn.
... There rose a shuddering sob , As if the bosom by some hidden sword Was cleft in twain . Morn came - a blight had found The crimson velvet 32 MRS SIGOURNEY WORDSWORTH 228 +The Child's Heart The lost On the Portrait of a Child Hymn.
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
angel arms art thou babe BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON beneath BERNARD BARTON blessed blest bliss bosom breast breath bright brow calm cheek cherub child childhood dark dear death deep delight doth dreams E'en earth eyes face fade fair father fear feel flowers fond forest lea gaze gentle glad grave grief guardian band hand happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath head hear heart heaven heavenly HEMANS holy hope hopes and fears hour infant innocence JOANNA BAILLIE kiss knee laughing light lips lisping look MARY HOWITT meek mirth morn mother murmur N. P. WILLIS night o'er thy pain peace pray prayer pure rest rose rosy round sighs silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star sunny brow sweet SWEET child tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert thought thy mother's unto voice watch weep wild wings
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 357 - Thou whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,— Mighty prophet! seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
الصفحة 356 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
الصفحة 357 - The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies.
الصفحة 354 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep. And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
الصفحة 355 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
الصفحة 259 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days. The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
الصفحة 339 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
الصفحة 359 - Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
الصفحة 279 - Say, father, say If yet my task is done!' He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. 'Speak, father!' once again he cried, 'If I may yet be gone!
الصفحة 309 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.