The garland; or, Poetry for childhood and youth1850 |
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الصفحة 8
... mother , pray tell to me What it is in the sky I see , That shines so bright on you and me ? The moon , the moon , the silver moon . Tell me , too , when we're asleep , While all around they quiet keep , What does through our curtains ...
... mother , pray tell to me What it is in the sky I see , That shines so bright on you and me ? The moon , the moon , the silver moon . Tell me , too , when we're asleep , While all around they quiet keep , What does through our curtains ...
الصفحة 9
... mother is by ; Crow and caper , caper and crow , There , little baby , there you go ; Up to the ceiling , down to the ground , Backwards and forwards , round and round ; Then dance little baby , and mother shall sing , With the merry ...
... mother is by ; Crow and caper , caper and crow , There , little baby , there you go ; Up to the ceiling , down to the ground , Backwards and forwards , round and round ; Then dance little baby , and mother shall sing , With the merry ...
الصفحة 10
... mother was pleased , and she loved them so well , She spread her soft wings on them all the day long , To warm and to guard them , her love was so strong , And her mate sat beside her and sung her a song . THE LITTLE CHILD TO ITS MOTHER ...
... mother was pleased , and she loved them so well , She spread her soft wings on them all the day long , To warm and to guard them , her love was so strong , And her mate sat beside her and sung her a song . THE LITTLE CHILD TO ITS MOTHER ...
الصفحة 28
... LITTLE BOY'S GOOD NIGHT . ' The sun is hidden from our sight , The birds are sleeping sound ; ' Tis time to say to all Good night , ' And give a kiss all round . Good night , my father , mother dear , Now 28 THE GARLAND ; OR , POETRY.
... LITTLE BOY'S GOOD NIGHT . ' The sun is hidden from our sight , The birds are sleeping sound ; ' Tis time to say to all Good night , ' And give a kiss all round . Good night , my father , mother dear , Now 28 THE GARLAND ; OR , POETRY.
الصفحة 29
Garland. Good night , my father , mother dear , Now kiss your little son ; Good night , my friends , both far and near , Good night to every one . Good night , ye merry , merry birds , Sleep well till morning light ; Perhaps if you could ...
Garland. Good night , my father , mother dear , Now kiss your little son ; Good night , my friends , both far and near , Good night to every one . Good night , ye merry , merry birds , Sleep well till morning light ; Perhaps if you could ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 56 - once again he cried, ' If I may yet be gone ! ' And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 64 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
الصفحة 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.