Good-night Poetry: (Bedside Poetry) A Parent's Assistant in Moral DisciplineGinn, 1890 - 143 sider |
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... hath not where to lay his head ; I come to thee for shelter and for food , To Yussouf , called through all our tribes ' The Good . ' " " This tent is mine , " said Yussouf , " but no more Than it is God's ; come in , and be at peace ...
... hath not where to lay his head ; I come to thee for shelter and for food , To Yussouf , called through all our tribes ' The Good . ' " " This tent is mine , " said Yussouf , " but no more Than it is God's ; come in , and be at peace ...
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... sea now flows between ; - But neither heat , nor frost , nor thunder , Shall wholly do away , I ween , The marks of that which once hath been . COLERIDGE ( Christabel ) . T 28 HESE little firs to - day are things BEDSIDE POETRY. ...
... sea now flows between ; - But neither heat , nor frost , nor thunder , Shall wholly do away , I ween , The marks of that which once hath been . COLERIDGE ( Christabel ) . T 28 HESE little firs to - day are things BEDSIDE POETRY. ...
Side 57
... hath not strength to stand alone ? Who is it thwarts and bilks the inward MUST ? He and his works , like sand , from earth are blown . Shall we not heed the lesson taught of old , And by the Present's lips repeated still , In our own ...
... hath not strength to stand alone ? Who is it thwarts and bilks the inward MUST ? He and his works , like sand , from earth are blown . Shall we not heed the lesson taught of old , And by the Present's lips repeated still , In our own ...
Side 92
... hath never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise , - Nor rules of state , but rules of good ; Who hath his life from rumors freed ; Whose conscience is his strong retreat ; Whose state can neither flatterers feed , Nor ruin ...
... hath never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise , - Nor rules of state , but rules of good ; Who hath his life from rumors freed ; Whose conscience is his strong retreat ; Whose state can neither flatterers feed , Nor ruin ...
Side 120
... hath her martyrs too , And Wisdom dictates not to do Till doing shall be not for naught ? " Not ours to give or lose is life : Will Nature , when her brave ones fall , Remake her work ? or songs recall Death's victim slain in useless ...
... hath her martyrs too , And Wisdom dictates not to do Till doing shall be not for naught ? " Not ours to give or lose is life : Will Nature , when her brave ones fall , Remake her work ? or songs recall Death's victim slain in useless ...
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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.