Pictures and Flowers for Child-loversWalker, Wise, 1861 - 211 sider |
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Side 23
... hands that ne'er were still before ; But ever sported with his mother's hair , Or the plain cross that on her breast she wore ; Her heart no more will beat To feel the touch 2 THRENODIA . 228 23 A Picture, Threnodia [Extract],
... hands that ne'er were still before ; But ever sported with his mother's hair , Or the plain cross that on her breast she wore ; Her heart no more will beat To feel the touch 2 THRENODIA . 228 23 A Picture, Threnodia [Extract],
Side 31
... hair , Thine eyes are passion - free ; And pleasant thoughts like garlands bind thee Unto thy home , yet grief may find thee , Then pray , child , pray . Now thy young heart , like a bird , Singeth 2 * LITTLE BESSIE . 31 Little Bessie ...
... hair , Thine eyes are passion - free ; And pleasant thoughts like garlands bind thee Unto thy home , yet grief may find thee , Then pray , child , pray . Now thy young heart , like a bird , Singeth 2 * LITTLE BESSIE . 31 Little Bessie ...
Side 55
... hair has he , ( Such long ago mine own was wont to be , And people say he much resembles me . ) - I've never heard a bird or runlet sing So sweetly as he talks . His words are small , Sweet words - O , how deliciously they fall ! - Much ...
... hair has he , ( Such long ago mine own was wont to be , And people say he much resembles me . ) - I've never heard a bird or runlet sing So sweetly as he talks . His words are small , Sweet words - O , how deliciously they fall ! - Much ...
Side 81
... hair ; And , as he ' s running by , Follow him with my eye , Scarcely believing that he is not there ! - I know his face is hid Under the coffin lid ; Closed are his eyes ; cold is his forehead ; My hand that marble felt ; O'er it in ...
... hair ; And , as he ' s running by , Follow him with my eye , Scarcely believing that he is not there ! - I know his face is hid Under the coffin lid ; Closed are his eyes ; cold is his forehead ; My hand that marble felt ; O'er it in ...
Side 97
She only looked more meek and fair ! We parted back her silken hair ; We laid some buds upon her brow , White buds , like scented flakes of snow , Death's bride , arrayed in flowers ! And thus went dainty Babie Bell Out of this world of ...
She only looked more meek and fair ! We parted back her silken hair ; We laid some buds upon her brow , White buds , like scented flakes of snow , Death's bride , arrayed in flowers ! And thus went dainty Babie Bell Out of this world of ...
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angel arms art thou art young babe beautiful beneath bird blessed blest bloom blossoms born breast breath bright brow cheek cherub CHILD IS FATHER childhood childish cradle dainty Babie Bell dark dear death delight dim forest E'en earth earthly eyes face fair fairy father feel feet flowers fond fragrant gentle glow grief hair halls of light hand happy hast thou hath head heaven holy hope hour infant innocent innocent sleep kiss laughing life's light lisping little boy look manikin Moloch morning mother mother's smile ne'er nest numbers o'er pain PINDARIC play playmate pray prayer rose-tree round sing sleep smile snow soft sorrow soul spirit summer sunbeam sunny sunset Lodged sweet sweet replies tears tell tender thee thine thing Thou art thought tread treasure walk watch weary ween wild wings young youth
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Side 86 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By...
Side 109 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Side 108 - mid work of his own hand he lies. Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses. With light upon him from his father's eyes!
Side 144 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Side 123 - I Remember, I Remember. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away. I remember, I remember...
Side 167 - 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 84 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Side 47 - Play on, play on ; I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring ; I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing ; I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smother'd call ; And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.
Side 182 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Side 138 - With antic toys so funnily bestuck, Light as the singing bird that wings the air — (The door! the door! he'll tumble down the stair!) Thou darling of thy sire ! (Why, Jane, he'll set his pinafore afire!) Thou imp of mirth and joy!