The garland; or, Poetry for childhood and youth1850 |
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... meet my eyes , How sweet the birds sing in the skies , How fresh appear the hills and trees , And oh how pure the morning breeze ! I bless thy love in all I see , For were not these things made for me And was it not to meet my sight Was ...
... meet my eyes , How sweet the birds sing in the skies , How fresh appear the hills and trees , And oh how pure the morning breeze ! I bless thy love in all I see , For were not these things made for me And was it not to meet my sight Was ...
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... meets one , only feeds — the faster . Who seeks him must be worse than blind , He and his house are so combined , If finding it , he failed to find - its master . F COWPER . PRINCE LEEBOO . From the mighty Pacific , with soft FOR ...
... meets one , only feeds — the faster . Who seeks him must be worse than blind , He and his house are so combined , If finding it , he failed to find - its master . F COWPER . PRINCE LEEBOO . From the mighty Pacific , with soft FOR ...
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... meet you again . THE SONG OF THE GRASSHOPPER . Have you not heard , in the sweet summer time , A sound as of young birds singing , When the beautiful earth is dressed in her prime , And the woods with soft echoes are ringing ? It is I ...
... meet you again . THE SONG OF THE GRASSHOPPER . Have you not heard , in the sweet summer time , A sound as of young birds singing , When the beautiful earth is dressed in her prime , And the woods with soft echoes are ringing ? It is I ...
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Garland. SONG OF THE ANT . Come with me to our palace halls , Meet for a fairy - queen , Our palace with its chambers wide , Under the hillock green . There were a thousand busy feet At work with wondrous skill , To carry out the heavy ...
Garland. SONG OF THE ANT . Come with me to our palace halls , Meet for a fairy - queen , Our palace with its chambers wide , Under the hillock green . There were a thousand busy feet At work with wondrous skill , To carry out the heavy ...
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... Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told ; Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The cottage homes of England ! By thousands on her plains , They are smiling o'er ...
... Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told ; Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The cottage homes of England ! By thousands on her plains , They are smiling o'er ...
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Arouse thee beautiful beneath bird bless blest breath bright brother busy cheer child cold coming creeping dark dead dear death deep earth everywhere father flowers give given glorious glory gone grave green hand happy head hear heart heaven hope hour housewifery keep kind kiss labour land light live look Lord meet mind moon morning mother never night o'er once pass past peace play poor praise pray prayer rest rise round Seek shining sigh sing sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars sweet taught tear tell thee things thou thou art thou hast thought thro tree turn twinkle voice wanderer watch waves weary wind wings young youth
Popular passages
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 56 - once again he cried, ' If I may yet be gone ! ' And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 64 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Page 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.