Childhood, a selection from the poets, by H.M.R.1841 - 80 strán (strany) |
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... thou art fled , and saints a welcome sing ; Thine infant spirit soars on angel wing ; Our dark affection might have hoped thy stay , — The voice of God has call'd the child away . Like Samuel early in the temple found- Sweet rose of ...
... thou art fled , and saints a welcome sing ; Thine infant spirit soars on angel wing ; Our dark affection might have hoped thy stay , — The voice of God has call'd the child away . Like Samuel early in the temple found- Sweet rose of ...
Strana 3
... to behold the immortal spirit wake , And shield its first bloom from unholy air ; Owning in each young suppliant glance the sign Of claims upon a heritage divine . TO A SLEEPING CHILD . PROFESSOR WILSON . ART thou B 2 3.
... to behold the immortal spirit wake , And shield its first bloom from unholy air ; Owning in each young suppliant glance the sign Of claims upon a heritage divine . TO A SLEEPING CHILD . PROFESSOR WILSON . ART thou B 2 3.
Strana 4
... art thou , what thy form would seem , The phantom of a blessed dream ? A human shape I feel thou art , I feel it at my beating heart , — Those tremors both of soul and sense , Awoke by infant innocence ! Though dear the forms by fancy ...
... art thou , what thy form would seem , The phantom of a blessed dream ? A human shape I feel thou art , I feel it at my beating heart , — Those tremors both of soul and sense , Awoke by infant innocence ! Though dear the forms by fancy ...
Strana 5
... thy birth they loved not more . Thou art a branch of noble stem , And , seeing thee , I figure them . What many a childless one would give , If thou in their still home wouldst live ! Though in thy face no family - line Might sweetly ...
... thy birth they loved not more . Thou art a branch of noble stem , And , seeing thee , I figure them . What many a childless one would give , If thou in their still home wouldst live ! Though in thy face no family - line Might sweetly ...
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... thy soul partake- What grief , if thou shouldst now awake ! With infants happy as thyself I see thee bound , a playful elf ; I see thou art a darling child Among thy playmates , bold and wild . They love thee well : thou art the queen ...
... thy soul partake- What grief , if thou shouldst now awake ! With infants happy as thyself I see thee bound , a playful elf ; I see thou art a darling child Among thy playmates , bold and wild . They love thee well : thou art the queen ...
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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
Populárne pasáže
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.