Aunt Mary's poetry, original and select, for the use of young personsT. Barcham, 1854 - 91 strán (strany) |
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Strana 13
... sure - the hand of might , That kindles up the skies , Gives him a modicum of light , Proportioned to his size . Perhaps indulgent nature meant , By such a lamp bestowed , To bid the traveller as he went , Be careful where he trod . Nor ...
... sure - the hand of might , That kindles up the skies , Gives him a modicum of light , Proportioned to his size . Perhaps indulgent nature meant , By such a lamp bestowed , To bid the traveller as he went , Be careful where he trod . Nor ...
Strana 14
... sure , she always tells the truth , And says that we must too , Or else we cannot go to God , And sing as angels do . Well , dear , we'll go to play I think , Another time we'll talk ; I want to set this pretty flower , In yonder shady ...
... sure , she always tells the truth , And says that we must too , Or else we cannot go to God , And sing as angels do . Well , dear , we'll go to play I think , Another time we'll talk ; I want to set this pretty flower , In yonder shady ...
Strana 27
... With me ' twere always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure , with patience , I can bear A loss I ne'er can know . Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of AUNT MARY'S POETRY . 27.
... With me ' twere always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure , with patience , I can bear A loss I ne'er can know . Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of AUNT MARY'S POETRY . 27.
Strana 29
... sure that this was true , How soundly I could sleep ! " Said , heaven was a happy place , And God alone was king ; I wish I could but see his face , And hear his angels sing . I wish he'd say , ' Come little sweep , Unto thy God draw ...
... sure that this was true , How soundly I could sleep ! " Said , heaven was a happy place , And God alone was king ; I wish I could but see his face , And hear his angels sing . I wish he'd say , ' Come little sweep , Unto thy God draw ...
Strana 36
... sure , For say what conquest more secure ? Whene'er he woke ( that's all that's in it ) He could o'ertake him in a minute . The tortoise heard his taunting jeer , But still resolved to persevere ; Still drawled along , as if to say ...
... sure , For say what conquest more secure ? Whene'er he woke ( that's all that's in it ) He could o'ertake him in a minute . The tortoise heard his taunting jeer , But still resolved to persevere ; Still drawled along , as if to say ...
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Strana 80 - I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own.
Strana 32 - Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they ? I pray you tell." She answered, " Seven are we ; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother ; And in the church-yard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
Strana 56 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Strana 51 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them. Then shifting his side, as a lawyer knows how, He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes, But what were his arguments few people know, For the court did not think they were equally wise. So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one if or but, — That whenever the Nose put...
Strana 80 - Could time, his flight reversed, restore the hours, When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I prick'd them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile...
Strana 34 - Had cheered the village with his song, Nor yet at eve his note suspended, Nor yet when eventide was ended, Began to feel, as well he might, The keen demands of appetite ; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glow-worm by his spark, So stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus right eloquent — Did you admire my lamp...
Strana 83 - Yon cottager who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store, Content though mean, and cheerful, if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the live-long day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light ; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding, and no wit, Receives no praise, but (though her lot be such, Toilsome and indigent) she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant...
Strana 32 - A simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death...
Strana 78 - THAT those lips had language! Life has passed 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!
Strana 61 - 'but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair ; And look'd from that lone post of death In still yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, " My father, must I stay ?" While o'er him fast through sail and shroud The wreathing fires made way.