An Anthology of Mother VerseHoughton Mifflin, 1917 - 194 страница |
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... broad , Behind men's hearts and souls doth lie The Infinite of God . Ay , true to her , though troubled sore , I cannot choose but be : Thou who art peace forevermore Art very true to me . Hymn for the Mother If I am low and sinful vii.
... broad , Behind men's hearts and souls doth lie The Infinite of God . Ay , true to her , though troubled sore , I cannot choose but be : Thou who art peace forevermore Art very true to me . Hymn for the Mother If I am low and sinful vii.
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... Thou knowest what an awful thing It is to be a life . Hast thou not wisdom to enwrap My waywardness about , In doubting safety on the lap Of Love that knows no doubt ? Lo ! Lord , I sit in thy wide space , My child upon my knee ; She ...
... Thou knowest what an awful thing It is to be a life . Hast thou not wisdom to enwrap My waywardness about , In doubting safety on the lap Of Love that knows no doubt ? Lo ! Lord , I sit in thy wide space , My child upon my knee ; She ...
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... thou art wide though the house be but narrow 99 Sing once , and sing it again . Heigh ho ! daisies and buttercups , Sweet wagging cowslips , they bend and they bow ; A ship sails afar over warm ocean waters , And haply one musing doth ...
... thou art wide though the house be but narrow 99 Sing once , and sing it again . Heigh ho ! daisies and buttercups , Sweet wagging cowslips , they bend and they bow ; A ship sails afar over warm ocean waters , And haply one musing doth ...
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... Thou makest thy footsteps strange ! Ah , now I know They play upon me , and it is not so Why , ' t is a girl I never saw before , A little thing to flatter and make weep , To tease until her heart is sore , Then kiss and clear the score ...
... Thou makest thy footsteps strange ! Ah , now I know They play upon me , and it is not so Why , ' t is a girl I never saw before , A little thing to flatter and make weep , To tease until her heart is sore , Then kiss and clear the score ...
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... Thou knowest well I know that it is thou Only to save from such memories As would unman me quite , Here in this web of strangeness caught And prey to troubled thought Do I devise These foolish shifts and slight ; Only to shield me from ...
... Thou knowest well I know that it is thou Only to save from such memories As would unman me quite , Here in this web of strangeness caught And prey to troubled thought Do I devise These foolish shifts and slight ; Only to shield me from ...
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ain wife angel arms babe bairnies beautiful bird Blynken breast breath bright brow cheek Christina G cradle cuddle doon dark darling Dollie Radford dream earth Eliza Cook eyes face fair father fear fold gaze gentle gi'e my ain good-night hair hands hath head hear heart heaven holy hush Jane Taylor John Banister Tabb Josiah Gilbert Holland kiss knee lambs light lips Little baby dear little child live look Lord lullaby mamma melodious hills morning nest never night o'er old arm-chair ony wife pain pray prayer pretty purple clover rest Robert Underwood Johnson Roden Noel round Rudyard Kipling shines sing skies sleep smile soft softly song sorrow star sweet taught tears thee There's thine things thou art thy mother voice wadna gi'e weep wife For ony wild William Allingham William Wordsworth wings
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Страница 45 - 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 70 - But peaceful was the night, Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Страница 121 - 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 70 - 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 46 - 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 48 - 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 169 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament...
Страница 48 - 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 73 - 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 45 - 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.