Childhood, a selection from the poets, by H.M.R.1841 - 80 pages |
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... 199 • The dying Infant Sonnet . The Infant To H. C. , Six Years old Pleasures of Memory The Fairies A. S. N. MICHELL , ESQ . 200 201 • WORDSWORTH ROGERS 202 • 204 N 208 The Little Gleaner . On a Noble Child early dead xii CONTENTS .
... 199 • The dying Infant Sonnet . The Infant To H. C. , Six Years old Pleasures of Memory The Fairies A. S. N. MICHELL , ESQ . 200 201 • WORDSWORTH ROGERS 202 • 204 N 208 The Little Gleaner . On a Noble Child early dead xii CONTENTS .
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Childhood Hannah Mary Rathbone. The Little Gleaner . On a Noble Child early dead Infancy Childhood The Separation Page . • L. E. L ... 212 • R. M. MILNES . 213 • ANONYMOUS 214 MISS EMILY TAYLOR 215 217 + Sonnet . On seeing a little Child ...
Childhood Hannah Mary Rathbone. The Little Gleaner . On a Noble Child early dead Infancy Childhood The Separation Page . • L. E. L ... 212 • R. M. MILNES . 213 • ANONYMOUS 214 MISS EMILY TAYLOR 215 217 + Sonnet . On seeing a little Child ...
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... dead repose , I saw , in sable weeds , a gentle pair Lingering with fond regard at evening's close , Beside a little grave fresh swelling there : Silent they stood serene their thoughtful air ; There fell no tear , no vain complaint ...
... dead repose , I saw , in sable weeds , a gentle pair Lingering with fond regard at evening's close , Beside a little grave fresh swelling there : Silent they stood serene their thoughtful air ; There fell no tear , no vain complaint ...
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... dead , When countless flocks the patriarchs fed , Spoke angel's voice beneath some tree , Shone angel's smile on laughing lea , To fill man's heart with such delight As thy proud parents know to - night , While listening to thine infant ...
... dead , When countless flocks the patriarchs fed , Spoke angel's voice beneath some tree , Shone angel's smile on laughing lea , To fill man's heart with such delight As thy proud parents know to - night , While listening to thine infant ...
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... me still ! -hangs down her fair young head , So thine may droop in days to come , when I have long been dead ; And yet the little snowdrop's safe ! -from her in- 888 38 The Dying Mother to her Infant Lucy MISS BOWLES.
... me still ! -hangs down her fair young head , So thine may droop in days to come , when I have long been dead ; And yet the little snowdrop's safe ! -from her in- 888 38 The Dying Mother to her Infant Lucy MISS BOWLES.
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angel arms art thou babe BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON beneath BERNARD BARTON blessed blest bliss bosom breast breath bright brow calm cheek cherub child childhood dark dear death deep delight doth dreams E'en earth eyes face fade fair father fear feel flowers fond forest lea gaze gentle glad grave grief guardian band hand happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath head hear heart heaven heavenly HEMANS holy hope hopes and fears hour infant innocence JOANNA BAILLIE kiss knee laughing light lips lisping look MARY HOWITT meek mirth morn mother murmur N. P. WILLIS night o'er thy pain peace pray prayer pure rest rose rosy round sighs silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star sunny brow sweet SWEET child tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert thought thy mother's unto voice watch weep wild wings
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Page 357 - Thou whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,— Mighty prophet! seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Page 356 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Page 357 - The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies.
Page 354 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep. And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Page 355 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Page 259 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days. The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Page 339 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Page 359 - Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
Page 279 - Say, father, say If yet my task is done!' He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. 'Speak, father!' once again he cried, 'If I may yet be gone!
Page 309 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.