The garland; or, Poetry for childhood and youth1850 |
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... happy all the day At my work , as if ' twere play . Tho ' I've nothing fine to wear , Yet for that I do not care . When to work I go along , Singing loud my morning song , With my wallet at my back , Or my waggon whip to smack ; O , I ...
... happy all the day At my work , as if ' twere play . Tho ' I've nothing fine to wear , Yet for that I do not care . When to work I go along , Singing loud my morning song , With my wallet at my back , Or my waggon whip to smack ; O , I ...
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... happy and glad should I be ; Then come , pretty bird , while I quietly stand At the foot of the jenneting tree . A CHILD'S EVENING THOUGHTS . All the little flowers I see Their tiny eyes are closing ; The birds are roosting on the tree ...
... happy and glad should I be ; Then come , pretty bird , while I quietly stand At the foot of the jenneting tree . A CHILD'S EVENING THOUGHTS . All the little flowers I see Their tiny eyes are closing ; The birds are roosting on the tree ...
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... happy song , Nor do these gentle creatures wrong . THE FLY . Busy , curious , thirsty fly , Drink with me , and drink as I ; Freely welcome to my cup , Couldst thou sip and sip it up . Make the most of life you may , Life is short and ...
... happy song , Nor do these gentle creatures wrong . THE FLY . Busy , curious , thirsty fly , Drink with me , and drink as I ; Freely welcome to my cup , Couldst thou sip and sip it up . Make the most of life you may , Life is short and ...
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... happy land , Where far amid the blest , The wicked cease from troubling , and The weary are at rest . Where friends are never parted , Once met around thy throne , And none are broken - hearted , Since all with thee are one ! Yet oh ...
... happy land , Where far amid the blest , The wicked cease from troubling , and The weary are at rest . Where friends are never parted , Once met around thy throne , And none are broken - hearted , Since all with thee are one ! Yet oh ...
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... happy spot Where mortals may be blest , Where grief may find a balm , And weariness a rest ? Faith , Hope , and Love ( best boons to mortals given ) Waved their bright wings and whisper'd - Yes , in Heaven . A FRIEND . Wouldst have a ...
... happy spot Where mortals may be blest , Where grief may find a balm , And weariness a rest ? Faith , Hope , and Love ( best boons to mortals given ) Waved their bright wings and whisper'd - Yes , in Heaven . A FRIEND . Wouldst have a ...
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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.