 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pàgines
...Shall the cool wind kiss the heat. All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be...not in Quick and treacherous sands of sin. Ah! that thon couldst know thy joy, Ere it passes, barefoot boy! /A' SCHOOL-DA YS. STILL sits the school-house... | |
 | 1897 - 404 pàgines
...noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire. I was monarch: pomp and joy Waited on the barefoot boy! Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be...couldst know thy joy, Ere it passes, barefoot boy! The Vanishers. Sweetest of all childlike dreams In the simple Indian lore Still to me the legend seems... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1861 - 340 pàgines
...let, As of old, the angels sit, Whispering, by its open door : " Fear not! He hath gone before ! ' THE BAREFOOT BOY. BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot...couldst know thy joy, Ere it passes, barefoot boy ! FLOWERS IN WINTER. FAIXTED UPON A POKTE LIVKE. How strange to greet, this frosty morn, In graceful... | |
 | John Williamson Palmer - 1861 - 540 pàgines
...hide In the prison-cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod, 889 Made to tread the mills of toil, Up and down in ceaseless...couldst know thy joy, Ere it passes, barefoot boy ! JOHN GREKNLEAF WHITTIER. FLORENCE VANE. I LOVED thee long and dearly, Florence Vane ; My life's bright... | |
 | 1861 - 320 pàgines
...the cool wind kiss the heat : All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod. . Happy if their track be found Never on forbidden ground ; Happy if they sink not in Quick and treacherous... | |
 | 1861 - 316 pàgines
...the cool wind kiss the heat : All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod. Happy if their track be found Never on forbidden ground; Happy if they sink not in Quick and treacherous... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1867 - 432 pàgines
...barefoot boy ! Prince thou art — -the grown-up man Only is republican. Let the million-dollared ride I Barefoot, trudging at his side, Thou hast more than...couldst know thy joy, Ere it passes, barefoot boy ! FLOWERS IN WINTER. PAINTED UPON A. PORTE LIVRE, flow strange to greet, this frosty morn, In graceful... | |
 | Elizabeth A. Thurston - 1866 - 320 pàgines
...fringed with gold, Looped in many a wind-swung fold; While for music came the play Of the pied frog's orchestra; And, to light the noisy choir, Lit the...couldst know thy joy, Ere it passes, barefoot boy ! JG Whittier. HARRY'S LETTER DEAR BILL : TTERE I am in Lincolnshire. Now I'll tell you what I want.... | |
 | Richard Edwards - 1867 - 276 pàgines
...orchestra? choir? monarch? pomp? Fifth Stanza. What is the " new-mown sward" ? Explain the two lines, Happy if they sink not in Quick and treacherous sands of sin." Give the meaning of baptisms, moil, quick, treacherous. XIV.— THE DAISY'S FIRST WINTER. HARRIET B.... | |
 | 1853 - 322 pàgines
...the cool wind kiss the heat : All too soon those feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod, Made to tread Ihe mills of toil Up and down in ceaseless moil — Happy if their track be found Never on forhidden... | |
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Live and laugh, as boyhood can! Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat : All too soon these feet... 
