A Book of English Verse on Infancy and ChildhoodMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1921 - 365 sider |
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Side ix
... lives which the majority of us find it most difficult to recall . It is true that we remember the incidents of its later years . The setting of the picture remains more or less vivid . But the inner meaning- how we felt - has become a ...
... lives which the majority of us find it most difficult to recall . It is true that we remember the incidents of its later years . The setting of the picture remains more or less vivid . But the inner meaning- how we felt - has become a ...
Side x
... lives , that enthralls and blinds us : In my pure primitive virgin Light , while my apprehensions were natural and unmixed , I cannot remember but that I was ten thousand times more prone to good and excellent things than evil ...
... lives , that enthralls and blinds us : In my pure primitive virgin Light , while my apprehensions were natural and unmixed , I cannot remember but that I was ten thousand times more prone to good and excellent things than evil ...
Side 15
... live anew , Among the angels fed with heavenly dew ? We have this sign of joy , that many days , While on the earth his struggling spirit stays , The name of Jesus in his mouth contains His only food , his sleep , his ease from pains ...
... live anew , Among the angels fed with heavenly dew ? We have this sign of joy , that many days , While on the earth his struggling spirit stays , The name of Jesus in his mouth contains His only food , his sleep , his ease from pains ...
Side 22
... Lives in the pretty Lady - flower . GEORGE HERBERT XXXIII HOLY BAPTISM Since , Lord , to Thee A narrow way and little gate Is all the passage , on my infancy Thou didst lay hold , and antedate My faith in me . O , let me still Write ...
... Lives in the pretty Lady - flower . GEORGE HERBERT XXXIII HOLY BAPTISM Since , Lord , to Thee A narrow way and little gate Is all the passage , on my infancy Thou didst lay hold , and antedate My faith in me . O , let me still Write ...
Side 30
... God hast sent , And render Him with patience what He lent ; This if thou do , He will an offspring give , That till the world's last end shall make thy name to live . RICHARD CRASHAW XLIII A HYMN OF THE NATIVITY , SUNG 30 ENGLISH VERSE.
... God hast sent , And render Him with patience what He lent ; This if thou do , He will an offspring give , That till the world's last end shall make thy name to live . RICHARD CRASHAW XLIII A HYMN OF THE NATIVITY , SUNG 30 ENGLISH VERSE.
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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.