The garland; or, Poetry for childhood and youth1850 |
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... ; That child is pleasing to the Lord . Great God forgive , whenever we Forget thy will and disagree : And grant that each of us may find The sweet delight of being kind . . 6 THE ROBIN'S PETITION . When the leaves had THE GARLAND .
... ; That child is pleasing to the Lord . Great God forgive , whenever we Forget thy will and disagree : And grant that each of us may find The sweet delight of being kind . . 6 THE ROBIN'S PETITION . When the leaves had THE GARLAND .
الصفحة 6
... sweet , and white . Do not chew the hemlock rank , Growing on the weedy bank ; But the yellow cowslips eat , They will make it very sweet . Where the purple violet grows , Where the bubbling water flows , Where the grass is fresh and ...
... sweet , and white . Do not chew the hemlock rank , Growing on the weedy bank ; But the yellow cowslips eat , They will make it very sweet . Where the purple violet grows , Where the bubbling water flows , Where the grass is fresh and ...
الصفحة 15
... sweets through all the day , Never leaving off to play ? BEE . Summer sweets will soon be o'er , Winter FOR CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH . 15.
... sweets through all the day , Never leaving off to play ? BEE . Summer sweets will soon be o'er , Winter FOR CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH . 15.
الصفحة 16
... sweets that will not cloy . The skylark from its lowly nest Hath soared into the sky , And by its joyous song expressed , Its thanks to God on high . My feeble voice and faltering tone No tuneful tribute bring ; But thou canst in my ...
... sweets that will not cloy . The skylark from its lowly nest Hath soared into the sky , And by its joyous song expressed , Its thanks to God on high . My feeble voice and faltering tone No tuneful tribute bring ; But thou canst in my ...
الصفحة 17
... Sweet robin , how I love to hear Thy tuneful song this wintry day ; To me it is a sweeter song Than any in the month of May . Thy music is as charming now , When not a flower or leaf is seen , As when the daisies deck the fields , And ...
... Sweet robin , how I love to hear Thy tuneful song this wintry day ; To me it is a sweeter song Than any in the month of May . Thy music is as charming now , When not a flower or leaf is seen , As when the daisies deck the fields , And ...
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
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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.