A Book of English Verse on Infancy and ChildhoodMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1921 - 365 sider |
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Side 7
... innocence for innocence ; we knew not The doctrine of ill - doing , nor dream'd That any did . Had we pursu'd that life , And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd With stronger ON INFANCY AND CHILDHOOD 7.
... innocence for innocence ; we knew not The doctrine of ill - doing , nor dream'd That any did . Had we pursu'd that life , And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd With stronger ON INFANCY AND CHILDHOOD 7.
Side 8
... innocence ? We , Hermia , like two artificial gods , Have with our neelds created both one flower , Both on one sampler , sitting on one cushion , Both warbling of one song , both in one key ; As if our hands , our sides , voices and ...
... innocence ? We , Hermia , like two artificial gods , Have with our neelds created both one flower , Both on one sampler , sitting on one cushion , Both warbling of one song , both in one key ; As if our hands , our sides , voices and ...
Side 14
... innocence : Whose soul heaven's Queen , whose name she bears , In comfort of her mother's tears , Hath placed amongst her virgin - train : Where while that , severed , doth remain , This grave partakes the fleshly birth ; Which cover ...
... innocence : Whose soul heaven's Queen , whose name she bears , In comfort of her mother's tears , Hath placed amongst her virgin - train : Where while that , severed , doth remain , This grave partakes the fleshly birth ; Which cover ...
Side 30
... innocence , To slake his wrath whom sin hath made our foe , To turn swift - rushing black perdition hence , Or drive away the slaughtering pestilence , To stand ' twixt us and our deservèd smart ? But thou canst best perform that office ...
... innocence , To slake his wrath whom sin hath made our foe , To turn swift - rushing black perdition hence , Or drive away the slaughtering pestilence , To stand ' twixt us and our deservèd smart ? But thou canst best perform that office ...
Side 42
... innocence Within my bones did grow , And while my God did all his Glories show , I felt a vigour in my sense That was all Spirit . I within did flow With seas of life , like wine ; I nothing in the world did know But ' twas 42 ENGLISH ...
... innocence Within my bones did grow , And while my God did all his Glories show , I felt a vigour in my sense That was all Spirit . I within did flow With seas of life , like wine ; I nothing in the world did know But ' twas 42 ENGLISH ...
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Adelaide Anne Procter angels babe beauty birds blest bliss blue born breast breath bright buds childhood childish clouds dark dead dear death deep delight doth dreams earth eyes F. T. PALGRAVE face fair father fear feet flowers G. K. Chesterton garden glory golden grace grave green grief happy Hartley Coleridge hath hear heard heart Heaven HELEN PARRY EDEN hills infant innocence King kiss knee lambs laugh light lips little birdie little child look Lord lullaby Messrs morning mother never night o'er Papa permission play poems Richard Corbet rose round shine sigh sing sleep smile snow soft song soul stars sweet baby T. E. Brown tears tell tender thee thine things Thomas Traherne thou art thought tree twas unto voice vrom W. H. Davies wild William Allingham wind wonder young
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Side 82 - The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Side 96 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Side xviii - Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not : for of such is the kingdom of God. Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein. And he took them up in his arms, put his hands upon them, and blessed them.
Side 102 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by: And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Side 154 - Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea!" "O father! I see a gleaming light, O say, what may it be?" But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee.
Side 95 - But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Side 9 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Side 9 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Side 59 - Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile,) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might...
Side 153 - Last night the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.