The Kingdom of Home: Homely Poems for Home LoversArthur Gilman |
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... rest .. Eyelids quite tired with Play .. The Angel of Sleep hovers near . Lay thy Hands about my Head .. Sleep well , my Dear . At my Side .... Happy , truthful boyish Eyes . Dim , aged Eyes Little Children , hearken now . Sweet as ...
... rest .. Eyelids quite tired with Play .. The Angel of Sleep hovers near . Lay thy Hands about my Head .. Sleep well , my Dear . At my Side .... Happy , truthful boyish Eyes . Dim , aged Eyes Little Children , hearken now . Sweet as ...
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... rest by its side , And man , wife , and wean a ' are richly supplied . 17 The bonnie wee well on the breist o ' the ... rests with thee , wherever I stray ; Thou bonnie wee well on the breist o ' the In joy and in sorrow , in sunshine ...
... rest by its side , And man , wife , and wean a ' are richly supplied . 17 The bonnie wee well on the breist o ' the ... rests with thee , wherever I stray ; Thou bonnie wee well on the breist o ' the In joy and in sorrow , in sunshine ...
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... rest ? Where cushioned walls rise up between Its inmates and the common air , The common pain , and pad , and screen From blows of fate or winds of care ? Where Art may blossom strong and free , And pleasure furl her silken wing , And ...
... rest ? Where cushioned walls rise up between Its inmates and the common air , The common pain , and pad , and screen From blows of fate or winds of care ? Where Art may blossom strong and free , And pleasure furl her silken wing , And ...
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... rest , and I heard not a sound But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beech tree . And " Here in this lone little wood , " I exclaimed , " With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye , IT WAS NOON 21 HEART AND HOME . Who would , biush if.
... rest , and I heard not a sound But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beech tree . And " Here in this lone little wood , " I exclaimed , " With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye , IT WAS NOON 21 HEART AND HOME . Who would , biush if.
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... rest Toss safely between grass and sky , With the elm's soft whisper for lullaby . They , out of the countless birds of air , Have their homes there . On wooded plain or rough hill - side The foxes hide . Under the rocks and roots of ...
... rest Toss safely between grass and sky , With the elm's soft whisper for lullaby . They , out of the countless birds of air , Have their homes there . On wooded plain or rough hill - side The foxes hide . Under the rocks and roots of ...
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...