A Book of English Verse on Infancy and ChildhoodMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1921 - 365 страница |
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... Nature : it is not our parents ' loins , so much as our parents ' 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 ...
... Nature : it is not our parents ' loins , so much as our parents ' 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 ...
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... Nature with gratitude and simplicity . He depicts that con tentment that appears to lie within the reach of all , but to which none attain . Yet childhood inhabits this country . This Heaven lies about us in our infancy . The Psalmist ...
... Nature with gratitude and simplicity . He depicts that con tentment that appears to lie within the reach of all , but to which none attain . Yet childhood inhabits this country . This Heaven lies about us in our infancy . The Psalmist ...
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... Nature have been included deliberately , in order to give variety to the collection and to lighten the task of the reader . No verbal changes have been made , but a few of the poems have been extracted from longer poems and , in the ...
... Nature have been included deliberately , in order to give variety to the collection and to lighten the task of the reader . No verbal changes have been made , but a few of the poems have been extracted from longer poems and , in the ...
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... Nature . Children enter naturally into many of his poems that are not child poems . It would be difficult to find a more haunting passage in English Literature than the lines in Ruth : I , too , have passed her on the hills Setting her ...
... Nature . Children enter naturally into many of his poems that are not child poems . It would be difficult to find a more haunting passage in English Literature than the lines in Ruth : I , too , have passed her on the hills Setting her ...
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... Nature sorrow could not hide : He must go , he must kiss , Child and mother ; baby bless ; For he left his pretty boy , Father's sorrow , father's joy . Weep not , my Wanton ! smile upon my knee ; When thou art old , there's grief ...
... Nature sorrow could not hide : He must go , he must kiss , Child and mother ; baby bless ; For he left his pretty boy , Father's sorrow , father's joy . Weep not , my Wanton ! smile upon my knee ; When thou art old , there's grief ...
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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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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.