Good-night Poetry: (Bedside Poetry) A Parent's Assistant in Moral DisciplineGinn, 1890 - 143 sider |
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... gave to Love Yet haply there will come a weary day When , overtasked at length , Both Love and Hope beneath the load give way . Then , with a statue's smile , a statue's strength , Stands the mute sister , Patience , nothing loth , And ...
... gave to Love Yet haply there will come a weary day When , overtasked at length , Both Love and Hope beneath the load give way . Then , with a statue's smile , a statue's strength , Stands the mute sister , Patience , nothing loth , And ...
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... gave that love sublime , And gave that strength of feeling , great Above all human estimate . WORDSWORTH ( Fidelity ) . 8 IE here , without a record of thy worth 20 BEDSIDE POETRY .
... gave that love sublime , And gave that strength of feeling , great Above all human estimate . WORDSWORTH ( Fidelity ) . 8 IE here , without a record of thy worth 20 BEDSIDE POETRY .
Side 28
... must have bred So brave a son . " He gave the tar a piece of gold , And , with a flag of truce , commanded He should be shipped to England Old , And safely landed . Our sailor oft could scantily shift To find a dinner 28 BEDSIDE POETRY .
... must have bred So brave a son . " He gave the tar a piece of gold , And , with a flag of truce , commanded He should be shipped to England Old , And safely landed . Our sailor oft could scantily shift To find a dinner 28 BEDSIDE POETRY .
Side 34
... Gave him , one day , to see how he would treat So strange a grace , a bitter gourd to eat . With simplest reverence , and no surprise , The sage received what stretched the donor's eyes ; And , piece by piece , as though it had been ...
... Gave him , one day , to see how he would treat So strange a grace , a bitter gourd to eat . With simplest reverence , and no surprise , The sage received what stretched the donor's eyes ; And , piece by piece , as though it had been ...
Side 37
... ; but in God's time he came To light on Uilline's hills a holy flame ; And , dying , gave The land a saint that lost him as a slave . WHITTIER ( The Proclamation ) 16 BOU BEN ADHEM ( may his tribe increase ! 4 BEDSIDE POETRY. ...
... ; but in God's time he came To light on Uilline's hills a holy flame ; And , dying , gave The land a saint that lost him as a slave . WHITTIER ( The Proclamation ) 16 BOU BEN ADHEM ( may his tribe increase ! 4 BEDSIDE POETRY. ...
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Bedside Poetry; a Parents ?Assistant in Moral Discipline Wendell Phillips Garrison Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2012 |
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beauty BEDSIDE POETRY Beware bird Bitter Gourd Blenheim born brave breath bridge I crost brother CLOUGH COLERIDGE COWPER cried dare dark dear death desert doth dream dust Duty earth EMERSON eyes famous victory fate Father fatherland fear forever fought Freedom God's grave hand hast hath hear heart heaven heritage hither hold in fee Hope Jaffàr labor land LEIGH HUNT light live LONGFELLOW lord LOWELL man's son inherit mother Napoleon night noble o'er Ozymandias pain peace Peschiera pippins poor poor man's son rest Rhodora Ring round sand scorn seems SHAKSPERE shore silent slave smile song sorrow soul sounding spirit stand stood strife submit sweet TENNYSON thee thine things thou art toil true Truth twas twill UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA voice 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 42 - But everybody said," quoth he, "that 'twas a famous victory. My father lived at Blenheim then, yon little stream hard by; they burnt his dwelling to the ground, and he was forced to fly: so with his wife and child he fled, nor had he where to rest his head.
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 70 - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a" that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A Man's a Man for a
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 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 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 92 - CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill!
Side 112 - IN May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the redbird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array.