Good-night Poetry: (Bedside Poetry) A Parent's Assistant in Moral DisciplineGinn, 1891 - 143 sider |
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... Hope . Methinks , I see them grouped , in seemly show , The straightened arms upraised , the palms aslope , And robes that , touching as adown they flow , Distinctly blend , like snow embossed in snow . O part them never ! If Hope ...
... Hope . Methinks , I see them grouped , in seemly show , The straightened arms upraised , the palms aslope , And robes that , touching as adown they flow , Distinctly blend , like snow embossed in snow . O part them never ! If Hope ...
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... hope , the grind without a The poor man's hope , the friend without a peer , Jaffar was dead , slain by a doom unjust ; And guilty Haroun , sullen with mistrust Of what the good and e'en the bad might say , Ordained that no man living ...
... hope , the grind without a The poor man's hope , the friend without a peer , Jaffar was dead , slain by a doom unjust ; And guilty Haroun , sullen with mistrust Of what the good and e'en the bad might say , Ordained that no man living ...
Side 115
... hope and heart are sinking , When the brain is sick with thinking , Help , O help ! Call , and , following close behind thee , There shall haste and there shall find thee Help , sure help . When the panic comes upon thee , When ...
... hope and heart are sinking , When the brain is sick with thinking , Help , O help ! Call , and , following close behind thee , There shall haste and there shall find thee Help , sure help . When the panic comes upon thee , When ...
Side 118
... The breadth and beauty of your land Yet not in vain , although in vain , O men of Brescia ! on the day Of loss past hope , I heard you say Your welcome to the noble pain . You said : " Since so it is , good 118 BEDSIDE POETRY .
... The breadth and beauty of your land Yet not in vain , although in vain , O men of Brescia ! on the day Of loss past hope , I heard you say Your welcome to the noble pain . You said : " Since so it is , good 118 BEDSIDE POETRY .
Side 119
... hope ; but whatsoe❜er May be , or must , no tongue shall dare To tell , The Lombard feared to die ! " " You said ( there shall be answer fit ) : " And if our children must obey , They must ; but , thinking on this day , " Twill less ...
... hope ; but whatsoe❜er May be , or must , no tongue shall dare To tell , The Lombard feared to die ! " " You said ( there shall be answer fit ) : " And if our children must obey , They must ; but , thinking on this day , " Twill less ...
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Bedside Poetry; a Parents ?Assistant in Moral Discipline Wendell Phillips Garrison Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2012 |
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Beauty better Beware bird Bitter Gourd Blenheim born brave breath bridge I crost brother CLOUGH COLERIDGE Cowards COWPER cried dare dark dear death desert doth dream dust Duty earth EMERSON English evil eyes famous victory fate father fatherland fear forever fought God's GOETHE grave gray haste hath hear heart heaven heritage hither hold in fee Hope Jaffàr Joy and woe labor land LEIGH HUNT light living Lokman LONGFELLOW lord LOWELL man's son inherit mother Napoleon never night noble o'er Ozymandias pain peace Peschiera pippins poor man's poor man's son rest Rhodora Ring round scorn seems SHAKSPERE shore silent slave smile song sorrow soul spirit stand stood strife submit sweet tarn TENNYSON thee thine things thou art toil true Truth twas twill wave weary WHITTIER wild wild bells wild wheel Wise wish to hold WORDSWORTH youth Yussouf
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Side 103 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Side 74 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Side 77 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Side 59 - Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown Of thee from the hill-top looking down; The heifer that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The sexton, tolling his bell at noon, Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his horse, and lists with delight, Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height; Nor knowest thou what argument Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent. 10 All are needed by each one; Nothing is fair or good alone.
Side 82 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Side 103 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Side 124 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
Side 49 - Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span ; Oh ! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.
Side 136 - TERMINUS. IT is time to be old, To take in sail : — The god of bounds, Who sets to seas a shore, Came to me in his fatal rounds, And said : ' No more ! No farther shoot Thy broad ambitious branches, and thy root. Fancy departs : no more invent ; Contract thy firmament To compass of a tent.
Side 81 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night...