The mother's book of poetry, selected by Mrs. A. Gatty1872 |
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... fall into the errors first touched upon . From the sin of uttering common- places , indeed , it is hardly possible they should be exempt . To those just entering " That new world which is the old , " B every thought which stirs the ...
... fall into the errors first touched upon . From the sin of uttering common- places , indeed , it is hardly possible they should be exempt . To those just entering " That new world which is the old , " B every thought which stirs the ...
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... falls flat on the mind by the tediousness of its ex- pression , causing the mind of the reader to wander from the subject , even while the sounds of it are ringing in the ears . As to the overcharge of epithets there is perhaps no fault ...
... falls flat on the mind by the tediousness of its ex- pression , causing the mind of the reader to wander from the subject , even while the sounds of it are ringing in the ears . As to the overcharge of epithets there is perhaps no fault ...
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... fall , And therefore I recall it with delight . I sported in my tender mother's arms , I rode a - horseback on best father's knee ; Alike were sorrows , passions , and alarms , And gold , and Greek , and love , unknown to me . Then seem ...
... fall , And therefore I recall it with delight . I sported in my tender mother's arms , I rode a - horseback on best father's knee ; Alike were sorrows , passions , and alarms , And gold , and Greek , and love , unknown to me . Then seem ...
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... falling with the dew , She heard a voice , and lo ! her child Stood by her , weeping too ! His shroud was damp , his face was white : He said , " I cannot sleep , - Your tears have made my shroud so wet ; O mother , do not weep ! " Oh ...
... falling with the dew , She heard a voice , and lo ! her child Stood by her , weeping too ! His shroud was damp , his face was white : He said , " I cannot sleep , - Your tears have made my shroud so wet ; O mother , do not weep ! " Oh ...
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... falling , clutch'd the frail arbute , The fibres of whose shallow root , Uplifted from the soil , betray'd The silver veins beneath it laid , The buried treasures of the miser , Time . But , lo ! thy door is left ajar ! Thou hearest ...
... falling , clutch'd the frail arbute , The fibres of whose shallow root , Uplifted from the soil , betray'd The silver veins beneath it laid , The buried treasures of the miser , Time . But , lo ! thy door is left ajar ! Thou hearest ...
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Alfred Tennyson angel auld Robin Gray beautiful bells beneath birds boatie rows boy-my boy breath bright brother Charles Kingsley cheek child CHILDHOOD Children's Hour churchyard Cusha dark dead death Dick dost dream earth Effie Engraved ETON COLLEGE ever-never eyes face fair father Felicia Hemans flowers gaze gone grave green grief H. W. Longfellow hair happy hath hear heard heart heaven How's my boy-my Jack-in-the-green Jean Ingelow John John Keble Kilve light little birdie look look'd maid Maid Marian Margaret Gatty Miserere Domine mother nest never Never-for night o'er pain Papa play play'd poor pray prayer rest round sailor seem'd shining shore sing sleep smiles song sorrow soul sound Swanage sweet Sydney Dobell tears tender thee thine Thomas Hood thou art thought Twas uppe voice weary weep wild wind wonder young
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Page 219 - 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. VII Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
Page 111 - 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 218 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 51 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Page 36 - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Page 224 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 243 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
Page 221 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 219 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Page 102 - There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.