A Book of English Verse on Infancy and ChildhoodMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1921 - 365 sider |
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... round , And they must wade it through or else be drowned . XXVI BOYS HUNTING A SQUIRREL Then as a nimble squirrel from the wood , Ranging the hedges for his filberd - food , Sits peartly on a bough his brown nuts cracking , And from the ...
... round , And they must wade it through or else be drowned . XXVI BOYS HUNTING A SQUIRREL Then as a nimble squirrel from the wood , Ranging the hedges for his filberd - food , Sits peartly on a bough his brown nuts cracking , And from the ...
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... round about her sick - bed ; three , Th ' eld'st Faith , Hope and Charity ? ' Twere pretty big ones , and the same That cried so on their Father's Name . The young'st is gone with her the two Eldest stay to comfort you ; And little ...
... round about her sick - bed ; three , Th ' eld'st Faith , Hope and Charity ? ' Twere pretty big ones , and the same That cried so on their Father's Name . The young'st is gone with her the two Eldest stay to comfort you ; And little ...
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... round the table go , And all your kin and kinsmen , That dwell both far and near , I wish you a merry Christmas And a happy New Year . EDMUND WALLER XLI TO THE YOUNGER LADÝ LUCY SYDNEY Why came I so untimely forth Into a world which ...
... round the table go , And all your kin and kinsmen , That dwell both far and near , I wish you a merry Christmas And a happy New Year . EDMUND WALLER XLI TO THE YOUNGER LADÝ LUCY SYDNEY Why came I so untimely forth Into a world which ...
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... round her baby's hair ; She may receive and own my flame ; For , though the strictest prudes should know it , She'll pass for a most virtuous dame , And I for an unhappy poet . Then too , alas ! when she shall tear The lines some ...
... round her baby's hair ; She may receive and own my flame ; For , though the strictest prudes should know it , She'll pass for a most virtuous dame , And I for an unhappy poet . Then too , alas ! when she shall tear The lines some ...
Side 51
... Saviour lay , When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay . See the kinder shepherds round Him , Telling wonders from the sky ! Where they sought Him , there they found Him , ON INFANCY AND CHILDHOOD 51.
... Saviour lay , When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay . See the kinder shepherds round Him , Telling wonders from the sky ! Where they sought Him , there they found Him , ON INFANCY AND CHILDHOOD 51.
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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.