Childhood, a selection from the poets, by H.M.R.1841 - 80 pàgines |
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Pàgina vii
... Bright and countless , everywhere ! In the far isles of the main ; In the desert's lone domain ; In the savage mountain glen , ' Mong the tribes of swarthy men ; Wheresoe'er a foot hath gone , Wheresoe'er the sun hath.
... Bright and countless , everywhere ! In the far isles of the main ; In the desert's lone domain ; In the savage mountain glen , ' Mong the tribes of swarthy men ; Wheresoe'er a foot hath gone , Wheresoe'er the sun hath.
Pàgina viii
Childhood Hannah Mary Rathbone. Wheresoe'er a foot hath gone , Wheresoe'er the sun hath shone On a league of peopled ground , Little children may be found ! Blessings on them ! they in me Move a kindly sympathy , With their wishes hopes ...
Childhood Hannah Mary Rathbone. Wheresoe'er a foot hath gone , Wheresoe'er the sun hath shone On a league of peopled ground , Little children may be found ! Blessings on them ! they in me Move a kindly sympathy , With their wishes hopes ...
Pàgina 8
... hath ordered , roll Clouds o'er the summer of the soul . Yet sometimes sudden sights of grace , Such as the gladness of thy face , O sinless babe ! by God are given To charm the wanderer back to heaven . No common impulse hath me led To ...
... hath ordered , roll Clouds o'er the summer of the soul . Yet sometimes sudden sights of grace , Such as the gladness of thy face , O sinless babe ! by God are given To charm the wanderer back to heaven . No common impulse hath me led To ...
Pàgina 17
... hath told Of that which in thy bosom , meek and mild , Rests its weak head . O , not by sense beguiled Gaze on that form of perishable mould ; Though first by thee it lived , on thee it smiled , Yet not for thee existence must it hold ...
... hath told Of that which in thy bosom , meek and mild , Rests its weak head . O , not by sense beguiled Gaze on that form of perishable mould ; Though first by thee it lived , on thee it smiled , Yet not for thee existence must it hold ...
Pàgina 18
... hath given , the Lord hath ta'en away , His holy name be blessed evermore . " . THE HEBREW MOTHER . MRS . HEMANS . THE 20 20 STRONG.
... hath given , the Lord hath ta'en away , His holy name be blessed evermore . " . THE HEBREW MOTHER . MRS . HEMANS . THE 20 20 STRONG.
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Frases i termes més freqüents
angel arms art thou babe BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON beneath BERNARD BARTON blessed blest bliss bosom breast breath bright brow calm cheek cherub child childhood dark dear death deep delight doth dreams E'en earth eyes face fade fair father fear feel flowers fond forest lea gaze gentle glad grave grief guardian band hand happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath head hear heart heaven heavenly HEMANS holy hope hopes and fears hour infant innocence JOANNA BAILLIE kiss knee laughing light lips lisping look MARY HOWITT meek mirth morn mother murmur N. P. WILLIS night o'er thy pain peace pray prayer pure rest rose rosy round sighs silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star sunny brow sweet SWEET child tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert thought thy mother's unto voice watch weep wild wings
Passatges populars
Pàgina 357 - Thou whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,— Mighty prophet! seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Pàgina 356 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Pàgina 357 - The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies.
Pàgina 354 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep. And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Pàgina 355 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Pàgina 259 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days. The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Pàgina 339 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Pàgina 359 - Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
Pàgina 279 - Say, father, say If yet my task is done!' He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. 'Speak, father!' once again he cried, 'If I may yet be gone!
Pàgina 309 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.