The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four Parts, المجلدات 1-2C. Scribner & Company, 1868 |
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الصفحة 33
... passed ; No clouds would come to shade us , And the earth would be a waste . How good a thing is water , To every thirsty child ! Strong drink will make men angry , This makes us calm and mild . It tastes the best of all things When we ...
... passed ; No clouds would come to shade us , And the earth would be a waste . How good a thing is water , To every thirsty child ! Strong drink will make men angry , This makes us calm and mild . It tastes the best of all things When we ...
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... passed from sight , And naught could Mabel see But the little bird , the sky - blue bird , Upon the leafy tree . PART THIRD . " And now go , " said the grandmother , " And fetch in fagots dry ; All in the neighboring fir - wood ...
... passed from sight , And naught could Mabel see But the little bird , the sky - blue bird , Upon the leafy tree . PART THIRD . " And now go , " said the grandmother , " And fetch in fagots dry ; All in the neighboring fir - wood ...
الصفحة 78
... passing three years old ; The other a girl , more young than he , And made in beauty's mould . The father left his little son , As plainly doth appear , When he to perfect age should come , Three hundred pounds a year . And to his ...
... passing three years old ; The other a girl , more young than he , And made in beauty's mould . The father left his little son , As plainly doth appear , When he to perfect age should come , Three hundred pounds a year . And to his ...
الصفحة 86
... passing away . Eliza Cook . LXII . THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS , AND HOW HE GAINED THEM . " YOU are old , Father William , " the young man cried ; " The few locks which are left you are gray ; You are hale , Father William , a hearty old man ...
... passing away . Eliza Cook . LXII . THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS , AND HOW HE GAINED THEM . " YOU are old , Father William , " the young man cried ; " The few locks which are left you are gray ; You are hale , Father William , a hearty old man ...
الصفحة 105
... passed along the moor ; The keen wind blows , - Then do not close Your door against the poor ! " His plaintive moan My pity won , And so I turned the key ; The door flung wide , I quaking cried , " 5 * GARLAND . 105 Said I, “Retire; ...
... passed along the moor ; The keen wind blows , - Then do not close Your door against the poor ! " His plaintive moan My pity won , And so I turned the key ; The door flung wide , I quaking cried , " 5 * GARLAND . 105 Said I, “Retire; ...
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angel beautiful beneath bird blessed blue brave breast breath bright brow Caldon Low cheer child clouds cried dark dear death deep doth earth Eliza Cook eyes face fair father fear feet flowers Frances Anne Kemble glory glow golden green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre jackdaw Katydid kiss lady land Leigh Hunt light lips LITTLE ROBIN REDBREASTS live look Lord Mary Howitt merry morning mother mountain ne'er never night o'er ocean Pixies poor pray prayer rest rose round sail Samian wine shine shore sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound stars stood sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thing Thomas Hood thou thought tree Twas voice waves weary ween weep wild wind wings Winthrop Mackworth Praed word
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الصفحة 275 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
الصفحة 54 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
الصفحة 182 - Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!
الصفحة 217 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
الصفحة 240 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
الصفحة 331 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
الصفحة 192 - 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 181 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, a<s the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
الصفحة 255 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown : This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
الصفحة 273 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.