The Kingdom of Home: Homely Poems for Home LoversArthur Gilman |
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... meets his favorite Muse Miss L. B. Humphrey . 31 32 34 In the Calms of Life ..... The storied Arras , Source of fond Delight ... Robert Lewis Oft with the Babes we wandered in the Wood .. Miss L. B. Humphrey . In the old ancestral ...
... meets his favorite Muse Miss L. B. Humphrey . 31 32 34 In the Calms of Life ..... The storied Arras , Source of fond Delight ... Robert Lewis Oft with the Babes we wandered in the Wood .. Miss L. B. Humphrey . In the old ancestral ...
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... Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told , Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The blessed homes of England ! How softly on their bowers Is laid the holy ...
... Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told , Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The blessed homes of England ! How softly on their bowers Is laid the holy ...
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... meet , None to welcome , none to greet us ? — Home is sweet - and only sweet- When there's one we love to meet us ! CHARLES SWAIN . WOMAN'S HOME . Man's home is everywhere . On ocean's flood , Where the strong ship with storm - defying ...
... meet , None to welcome , none to greet us ? — Home is sweet - and only sweet- When there's one we love to meet us ! CHARLES SWAIN . WOMAN'S HOME . Man's home is everywhere . On ocean's flood , Where the strong ship with storm - defying ...
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... know there's something straight wrong ; Through all the spilt saltpetre of the world . I know I have not ground you down enough THE LIBRARY . To flatten and bake you to a. " O LIFE , O POETRY ! " " HERE THE POET MEETS HIS FAVORITE MUSE "
... know there's something straight wrong ; Through all the spilt saltpetre of the world . I know I have not ground you down enough THE LIBRARY . To flatten and bake you to a. " O LIFE , O POETRY ! " " HERE THE POET MEETS HIS FAVORITE MUSE "
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... , but invokes the breeze ; On the smooth mirror of the deep resides Reflected woe , and o'er unruffled tides - THE LIBRARY . The soul disdains each comfort she. " HERE THE POET MEETS HIS FAVORITE MUSE " IN THE OLD ANCESTRAL MANSION .
... , but invokes the breeze ; On the smooth mirror of the deep resides Reflected woe , and o'er unruffled tides - THE LIBRARY . The soul disdains each comfort she. " HERE THE POET MEETS HIS FAVORITE MUSE " IN THE OLD ANCESTRAL MANSION .
Common terms and phrases
ain fireside angels babe beautiful beloved bird bless bliss bonnie wee breast breath bright brow cheek child childhood chimes dear doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair Fairer than thee father fear flowers G. F. Barnes GEORGE WITHER Good-night grace grave hand hath hear heart heaven HELEN HUNT JACKSON holy HOMES OF ENGLAND hour household HYMN king kiss Lathbury light lips live look Lord love thee love's Mary merry Miss L. B. Humphrey morn mother never night o'er peace praise pray prayer rest ROBERT BURNS Robin Gray round shining sighs sing sleep smile soft song soul spirit star Sweet baby tears tell tender Thanksgiving turkey There's thine THOMAS HOOD THOMAS KINGO thou hast thought Twas voice Walter Shirlaw watch weary weep wife William Robert Spencer wings woman
Popular passages
Page 57 - An honest man's the noblest work of God.' And certes in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind: What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined!
Page 242 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband our life's taper at the close And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Page 57 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme,— How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He who, bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head...
Page 19 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 56 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Page 218 - GENTLE Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child, Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee.
Page 112 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe th' enlivening spirit and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Page 105 - For woman is not undevelopt man, . But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain: his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man...
Page 57 - No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's ev'ry grace, except the heart...
Page 246 - She faded midst Italian flowers — The last of that bright band. And parted thus they rest, who played Beneath the same green tree ; Whose voices mingled as they prayed Around one parent knee...