The garland; or, Poetry for childhood and youth1850 |
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... Beneath a broad oak that for ages has stood , See the children of earth and the tenants of air For an evening's amusement together repair . And there came the beetle , so blind and so black , Who carried the emmet , his friend , on his ...
... Beneath a broad oak that for ages has stood , See the children of earth and the tenants of air For an evening's amusement together repair . And there came the beetle , so blind and so black , Who carried the emmet , his friend , on his ...
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... me ? And was it not to meet my sight Was hung aloft that globe of light ? Nor mine alone - for thou hast given Thy good to all beneath the heaven . And I rejoice that others share The gift , the FOR CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH . 29.
... me ? And was it not to meet my sight Was hung aloft that globe of light ? Nor mine alone - for thou hast given Thy good to all beneath the heaven . And I rejoice that others share The gift , the FOR CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH . 29.
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... beneath the weight of years , Her earthly hope is fled . Her son , her only son is gone ! Oh , who shall wipe that eye ? For she must journey lonely on , And solitary die . The pall upon his corse is spread , The bier they slowly raise ...
... beneath the weight of years , Her earthly hope is fled . Her son , her only son is gone ! Oh , who shall wipe that eye ? For she must journey lonely on , And solitary die . The pall upon his corse is spread , The bier they slowly raise ...
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... beneath their eaves . The free fair homes of England ! Long , long in hut and hall May hearts of native proof be rear'd To guard each hallowed wall ! And green for ever be the groves , And bright the flowery sod , Where first the ...
... beneath their eaves . The free fair homes of England ! Long , long in hut and hall May hearts of native proof be rear'd To guard each hallowed wall ! And green for ever be the groves , And bright the flowery sod , Where first the ...
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... beneath his eye . And slumber settled on the deep And silence on the blast ; They sank as flowers that fold to sleep When sultry day is past . Oh , thou that in its wildest hour Didst rule the tempest's mood , Send thy meek spirit forth ...
... beneath his eye . And slumber settled on the deep And silence on the blast ; They sank as flowers that fold to sleep When sultry day is past . Oh , thou that in its wildest hour Didst rule the tempest's mood , Send thy meek spirit forth ...
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Arouse thee beautiful beneath birds bless blest breast breath bright brother busy bee cheer child cold coming creeping everywhere crimson-tipped CUCKOO dark dead dear doth earth earthly ELIZA COOK everlasting song fairy-queen father William flame flowers gathering band gay bowers Gelert glorious glory glowworm gone grave green hand happy hath hear heart heaven hope hour Ill housewifery John Tomkins labour life's light live Llewellyn's look Lord marmot mercy merry mighty wanderer moon morning mother ne'er nest never night numbered o'er peace PENNY MAGAZINE Piedmontese poor praise pray prayer repose rise roam round shining sigh sing sink to thy sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit sugh sweet tear tell tempest There's thine things thou art thou busy thou hast thought thro thy rest toil tree twinkle voice waves weary wild wind wings youth
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Page 137 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Page 62 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Page 56 - once again he cried, ' If I may yet be gone ! ' And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Page 48 - Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Page 103 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
Page 62 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Page 55 - The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form.
Page 100 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a...
Page 64 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Page 122 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.