Good-night Poetry: (Bedside Poetry) A Parent's Assistant in Moral DisciplineGinn, 1890 - 143 sider |
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... give way . Then , with a statue's smile , a statue's strength , Stands the mute sister , Patience , nothing loth , And , both supporting , does the work of both . COLERIDGE ( Love , Hope , and Patience in Education ) . 0 Pazienza , che ...
... give way . Then , with a statue's smile , a statue's strength , Stands the mute sister , Patience , nothing loth , And , both supporting , does the work of both . COLERIDGE ( Love , Hope , and Patience in Education ) . 0 Pazienza , che ...
Side 21
... gives to Man , Brother to Brother - this is all we can . Yet they to whom thy virtues made thee dear Shall find thee through all changes of the year : This Oak points out thy grave ; the silent Tree Will gladly stand a monument of thee ...
... gives to Man , Brother to Brother - this is all we can . Yet they to whom thy virtues made thee dear Shall find thee through all changes of the year : This Oak points out thy grave ; the silent Tree Will gladly stand a monument of thee ...
Side 49
... give relief , and Heaven will bless your store . These tattered clothes my poverty bespeak , These hoary locks proclaim my lengthened years ; And many a furrow in my grief - worn cheek Has been the channel to a stream of tears . Yon ...
... give relief , and Heaven will bless your store . These tattered clothes my poverty bespeak , These hoary locks proclaim my lengthened years ; And many a furrow in my grief - worn cheek Has been the channel to a stream of tears . Yon ...
Side 73
... and great ; Toil only gives the soul to shine , And makes rest fragrant and benign ; A heritage , it seems to me , Worth being poor to hold in fee . LOWELL ( The Heritage ) . 73 M 41 fairest child , I have no song to 7 PARY ...
... and great ; Toil only gives the soul to shine , And makes rest fragrant and benign ; A heritage , it seems to me , Worth being poor to hold in fee . LOWELL ( The Heritage ) . 73 M 41 fairest child , I have no song to 7 PARY ...
Side 74
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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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.