Perennial FlowersMunroe and Francis, 1843 - 172 страница |
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... shout and stare , What would little Tabby care For the plaudits of the crowd ? Over happy to be proud , Over wealthy in the treasure Of her own exceeding pleasure ! WORDSWORTH , TO A WATER FOWL . Whither , ' midst falling 31.
... shout and stare , What would little Tabby care For the plaudits of the crowd ? Over happy to be proud , Over wealthy in the treasure Of her own exceeding pleasure ! WORDSWORTH , TO A WATER FOWL . Whither , ' midst falling 31.
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... happy spirit passed : W. B. O. PEABODY : TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN : THOU blossom , bright with autumn dew , And colored with the heavens ' own hue , That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night . Thou comest not ...
... happy spirit passed : W. B. O. PEABODY : TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN : THOU blossom , bright with autumn dew , And colored with the heavens ' own hue , That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night . Thou comest not ...
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... happy home , a Father's care , And bliss to be revealed ? Or does some angel - form appear That little fainting heart to cheer , From our dull sense concealed ? We may not pierce the thoughts which lie , Deep hidden in their mystery ...
... happy home , a Father's care , And bliss to be revealed ? Or does some angel - form appear That little fainting heart to cheer , From our dull sense concealed ? We may not pierce the thoughts which lie , Deep hidden in their mystery ...
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... myself to hear That voice , unto my beating heart did bring a joyful fear ; For well I knew the wild song that wavered o'er my head Must be from some celestial thing , or from the happy dead . " I looked up from my Bible — and lo 83.
... myself to hear That voice , unto my beating heart did bring a joyful fear ; For well I knew the wild song that wavered o'er my head Must be from some celestial thing , or from the happy dead . " I looked up from my Bible — and lo 83.
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... happy in her innocence , her living child doth play With those fair elves that wafted her from her own land away . " Look not so mournful , mother ! ' tis not a tale of woe ; - The Fairy Queen stooped down and left a kiss upon my brow ...
... happy in her innocence , her living child doth play With those fair elves that wafted her from her own land away . " Look not so mournful , mother ! ' tis not a tale of woe ; - The Fairy Queen stooped down and left a kiss upon my brow ...
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amaranthine ANCIENT GREECE ANDREW MARVELL angel art thou beams beautiful bends beneath birds BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE blessed bloom breast breath bright brow bucket cheek child clouds dark dear death deep didst dost dream DYING SWAN e'en earth eyes face fair Fairy father flowers forest FRINGED GENTIAN gaze gentle glad gleam glide glow grave green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy hour kiss land leaves light lonely look MARY HOWITT moon morning mother mountain murmur ne'er night nursling o'er old oaken bucket pilgrim play prayer rest rill roam rose round Sabbath shade shed shine sight silent singing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet SWEET AUBURN SWEET DAY tears thee thine thou art thoughts toil tree Twas unto voice wandering waves whispered wild wind WIND-FLOWER woods WORDSWORTH
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Страница 44 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Страница 32 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Страница 16 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and. beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash...
Страница 67 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
Страница 55 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, — How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who, bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head...
Страница 158 - ... from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing ! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Страница 103 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise : He needs must think of her once more How in the grave she lies, And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Страница 102 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Страница 32 - There is a Power, whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Страница 44 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...