A Book of English Verse on Infancy and ChildhoodMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1921 - 365 sider |
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Side 7
... thought there was no more behind , But such a day to - morrow as to - day , And to be boy eternal . We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i ' the sun , And bleat the one at th ' other : what we chang'd , Was innocence for innocence ...
... thought there was no more behind , But such a day to - morrow as to - day , And to be boy eternal . We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i ' the sun , And bleat the one at th ' other : what we chang'd , Was innocence for innocence ...
Side 29
... thought to kiss But kill'd , alas , and then bewail'd his fatal bliss . . . Yet can I not persuade me thou art dead , Or that thy corse corrupts in earth's dark womb , Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed , Hid from the world in a low ...
... thought to kiss But kill'd , alas , and then bewail'd his fatal bliss . . . Yet can I not persuade me thou art dead , Or that thy corse corrupts in earth's dark womb , Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed , Hid from the world in a low ...
Side 37
... thought ; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love , And looking back - at that short space- Could see a glimpse of His bright face ; When on some gilded cloud , or flower , My gazing soul would dwell an hour ...
... thought ; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love , And looking back - at that short space- Could see a glimpse of His bright face ; When on some gilded cloud , or flower , My gazing soul would dwell an hour ...
Side 38
... thoughts of each harmless hour , With their content , too , in my power , Quickly would I make my path even , And by mere playing go to heaven . Why should men love A wolf , more than a lamb or dove ? Or choose hell - fire and brimstone ...
... thoughts of each harmless hour , With their content , too , in my power , Quickly would I make my path even , And by mere playing go to heaven . Why should men love A wolf , more than a lamb or dove ? Or choose hell - fire and brimstone ...
Side 46
... Chloris ! could I now but sit As unconcern'd as when Your infant beauty could beget No happiness or pain ! When I the dawn used to admire , And praised the coming day , I little thought the rising fire Would take my rest 46 ENGLISH VERSE.
... Chloris ! could I now but sit As unconcern'd as when Your infant beauty could beget No happiness or pain ! When I the dawn used to admire , And praised the coming day , I little thought the rising fire Would take my rest 46 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.