An Anthology of Mother VerseHoughton Mifflin, 1917 - 194 страница |
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Elizabeth McCracken. THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY 787220 ASTOR , LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS 1917 COPYRIGHT , 1917 , BY HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Published May 1917 Halton Mifflin may God gives us friends and that means.
Elizabeth McCracken. THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY 787220 ASTOR , LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS 1917 COPYRIGHT , 1917 , BY HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Published May 1917 Halton Mifflin may God gives us friends and that means.
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Elizabeth McCracken. Halton Mifflin may God gives us friends and that means much ; But far above all others , The greatest of his gifts to earth Was when He thought of Mothers HYMN FOR THE MOTHER My child is lying on my. Jo My Mother.
Elizabeth McCracken. Halton Mifflin may God gives us friends and that means much ; But far above all others , The greatest of his gifts to earth Was when He thought of Mothers HYMN FOR THE MOTHER My child is lying on my. Jo My Mother.
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... give this braid- Thy father's gift to me- But for a single palmful Of water now for thee . Ah ! spring not to his name To glad us may he come He is smoldering into ashes - Beneath the blasted gum : - no more All charred and blasted by ...
... give this braid- Thy father's gift to me- But for a single palmful Of water now for thee . Ah ! spring not to his name To glad us may he come He is smoldering into ashes - Beneath the blasted gum : - no more All charred and blasted by ...
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... give this braid- Thy father's gift to me For but a single palmful Of water now for thee . - Charles Harpur LINES TO MY MOTHER'S PICTURE O THAT those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last . Those ...
... give this braid- Thy father's gift to me For but a single palmful Of water now for thee . - Charles Harpur LINES TO MY MOTHER'S PICTURE O THAT those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last . Those ...
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... give That could this volume buy ; In teaching me the way to live , It taught me how to die ! George Pope Morris TWO SONS I HAVE two sons , wife Two and yet the same ; One his wild way runs , wife , Bringing us to shame . The one is ...
... give That could this volume buy ; In teaching me the way to live , It taught me how to die ! George Pope Morris TWO SONS I HAVE two sons , wife Two and yet the same ; One his wild way runs , wife , Bringing us to shame . The one is ...
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ain wife angel arms Auld Daddy Darkness babe Baby-Land bairnies beautiful bird Blynken breast breath bright brow cheek Christina G cradle cuddle doon darling dream earth Eugene Field eyes face fair Father fear feet fold gaze gentle gi'e my ain grief hair hands hath head hear heart heaven holy hush Jane Taylor John Banister Tabb Josiah Gilbert Holland kiss knee lambs LENOX TILDEN light lips Little baby dear Lord lullaby mamma melodious hills morning nest never night o'er old arm-chair ony wife pray prayer pretty purple clover rest Robert Underwood Johnson Roden Noel round Rudyard Kipling shines sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow star sweet tears thee There's thine things thou art thy mother voice wadna gi'e weep wife For ony William Allingham William Wordsworth wings woman Wynken YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Страница 43 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, ' Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Страница 68 - But peaceful was the night, Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Страница 119 - And, sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her lap and kissed me, And. pointing to the east, began to say: "Look on the rising sun: there God does live, And gives his light, and gives his heat away; And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday. "And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love; And these black bodies and this sunburnt face Are but a cloud and like a shady grove.
Страница 68 - But He, her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace : She, crown'd with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere, His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing ; And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.
Страница 44 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Страница 46 - Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore, " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,"* And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Страница 167 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament...
Страница 46 - When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, 75 The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, 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 72 - The oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.
Страница 43 - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here! Who bidst me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly as the precept were her own: And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.