Childhood, a selection from the poets, by H.M.R.1841 - 80 strán (strany) |
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Strana xi
... Prayer in Sickness . On a sleeping Child On a Mother and Child sleeping . + Sonnet + Sonnet . To my little Emily † To a little Boy asleep Song over a Child To my Child + Baby's Song • • Welsh Wanderer's Song to her Baby , cradled in the ...
... Prayer in Sickness . On a sleeping Child On a Mother and Child sleeping . + Sonnet + Sonnet . To my little Emily † To a little Boy asleep Song over a Child To my Child + Baby's Song • • Welsh Wanderer's Song to her Baby , cradled in the ...
Strana xii
... Prayer . The Child reading the Bible . An Infant's last Sleep To a Child · A Song against Singing . To my dear little Cousin , Elizabeth Jane H- . Death of an Infant M. R. 156 GRAHAME 159 MISS BOWLES . 160 BARRY CORNWALL . 166 New ...
... Prayer . The Child reading the Bible . An Infant's last Sleep To a Child · A Song against Singing . To my dear little Cousin , Elizabeth Jane H- . Death of an Infant M. R. 156 GRAHAME 159 MISS BOWLES . 160 BARRY CORNWALL . 166 New ...
Strana xiii
... To my little Son on his leaving MISS BOWLES . 255 · WORDSWORTH 258 HARTLEY COLERIDGE 261 HARTLEY COLERIDGE 262 N. P. WILLIS . 263 Home H. M. R .. 264 Tyrocinium . To a Child blowing Bubbles The Mother's Prayer CONTENTS . xiii.
... To my little Son on his leaving MISS BOWLES . 255 · WORDSWORTH 258 HARTLEY COLERIDGE 261 HARTLEY COLERIDGE 262 N. P. WILLIS . 263 Home H. M. R .. 264 Tyrocinium . To a Child blowing Bubbles The Mother's Prayer CONTENTS . xiii.
Strana xiv
... Prayer at a Girls ' School . MRS . HEMANS . Course of Time • The Dying Boy The little Girl to her Mother in Heaven !. + Sonnet . Address to my Infant Daughter . Rich and Poor RICHARD M. MILNES 313 We are Seven Fall of Jerusalem King ...
... Prayer at a Girls ' School . MRS . HEMANS . Course of Time • The Dying Boy The little Girl to her Mother in Heaven !. + Sonnet . Address to my Infant Daughter . Rich and Poor RICHARD M. MILNES 313 We are Seven Fall of Jerusalem King ...
Strana 8
... I would have gone , A wondrous beauty drew me on , Such beauty as the spirit sees In glittering fields and 8 TO A SLEEPING CHILD . Tyrocinium To a Child blowing Bubbles The Mother's Prayer +On a Child sleeping in a Thunder- storm.
... I would have gone , A wondrous beauty drew me on , Such beauty as the spirit sees In glittering fields and 8 TO A SLEEPING CHILD . Tyrocinium To a Child blowing Bubbles The Mother's Prayer +On a Child sleeping in a Thunder- storm.
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angel arms art thou babe BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON beneath BERNARD BARTON blessed blest bliss bosom breast breath bright brow calm cheek cherub child childhood dark dear death deep delight doth dreams E'en earth eyes face fade fair father fear feel flowers fond forest lea gaze gentle glad grave grief guardian band hand happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath head hear heart heaven heavenly HEMANS holy hope hopes and fears hour infant innocence JOANNA BAILLIE kiss knee laughing light lips lisping look MARY HOWITT meek mirth morn mother murmur N. P. WILLIS night o'er thy pain peace pray prayer pure rest rose rosy round sighs silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star sunny brow sweet SWEET child tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert thought thy mother's unto voice watch weep wild wings
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Strana 357 - Thou whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,— Mighty prophet! seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Strana 356 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Strana 357 - The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies.
Strana 354 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep. And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Strana 355 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Strana 259 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days. The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Strana 339 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Strana 359 - Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
Strana 279 - Say, father, say If yet my task is done!' He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. 'Speak, father!' once again he cried, 'If I may yet be gone!
Strana 309 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.