Good-night Poetry: (Bedside Poetry) A Parent's Assistant in Moral DisciplineGinn, 1890 - 143 sider |
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... 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 tanto sostieni ! BEDSIDE POETRY . ALPHA. ...
... 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 tanto sostieni ! BEDSIDE POETRY . ALPHA. ...
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... stand Till I , with slow and cautious hand , Returned him to his own . O ye , who never taste the joys Of friendship , satisfied with noise , Fandango , ball , and rout ! Blush when I tell you how a bird A prison with a friend preferred ...
... stand Till I , with slow and cautious hand , Returned him to his own . O ye , who never taste the joys Of friendship , satisfied with noise , Fandango , ball , and rout ! Blush when I tell you how a bird A prison with a friend preferred ...
Side 16
... stand , Dared not awhile afford his trembling hand , But , bolder grown , at length inherent found A pointed thorn , and drew it from the wound . The cure was wrought ; he wiped the sanious blood , And firm and free from pain the lion ...
... stand , Dared not awhile afford his trembling hand , But , bolder grown , at length inherent found A pointed thorn , and drew it from the wound . The cure was wrought ; he wiped the sanious blood , And firm and free from pain the lion ...
Side 17
... stands : When lo ! the self - same lion from his cage Flies to devour him , famished into rage . He flies , but viewing in his purposed prey The man , his healer , pauses on his way , And , softened by remembrance into sweet And kind ...
... stands : When lo ! the self - same lion from his cage Flies to devour him , famished into rage . He flies , but viewing in his purposed prey The man , his healer , pauses on his way , And , softened by remembrance into sweet And kind ...
Side 21
... stand a monument of thee . I grieved for thee , and wished thy end were past , And willingly have laid thee here at last : For thou hadst lived till everything that cheers , In thee had yielded to the weight of years ; Extreme old age ...
... stand a monument of thee . I grieved for thee , and wished thy end were past , And willingly have laid thee here at last : For thou hadst lived till everything that cheers , In thee had yielded to the weight of years ; Extreme old age ...
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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.