The mother's book of poetry, selected by Mrs. A. Gatty1872 |
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... wonder even , if such a volume , provided it turns out that the selection is happily made ( as we hope it will ) , retains its hold on more than one generation of readers . We have given indeed but slight sketches of instances in which ...
... wonder even , if such a volume , provided it turns out that the selection is happily made ( as we hope it will ) , retains its hold on more than one generation of readers . We have given indeed but slight sketches of instances in which ...
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... wonder that when the death of a baby became the sub- ject of his muse , his pre - occupied mind gave it a twist in the accustomed direction . He may even have thought thereby to do honour to the poor lost child and its mother . Sym ...
... wonder that when the death of a baby became the sub- ject of his muse , his pre - occupied mind gave it a twist in the accustomed direction . He may even have thought thereby to do honour to the poor lost child and its mother . Sym ...
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... ; With their laughter and their tears ; With their wonder so intense , And their small experience ! Little children , not alone On the wide earth are ye known . ' Mid its labours and its cares , ' Mid 22 LITTLE CHILDREN .
... ; With their laughter and their tears ; With their wonder so intense , And their small experience ! Little children , not alone On the wide earth are ye known . ' Mid its labours and its cares , ' Mid 22 LITTLE CHILDREN .
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... wonder and surprise ! And restlessly , impatiently , Thou strivest , strugglest to be free . The four walls of thy nursery Are now like prison walls to thee . No more thy mother's smiles , No more the painted tiles Delight thee , nor ...
... wonder and surprise ! And restlessly , impatiently , Thou strivest , strugglest to be free . The four walls of thy nursery Are now like prison walls to thee . No more thy mother's smiles , No more the painted tiles Delight thee , nor ...
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... wonder Why grown people should ever cry ; " While her little soft arms close tighter Round my neck in their clinging hold : - Well , I must not cry on your hair , dear , For my tears might tarnish the gold . " I am tired of trying to ...
... wonder Why grown people should ever cry ; " While her little soft arms close tighter Round my neck in their clinging hold : - Well , I must not cry on your hair , dear , For my tears might tarnish the gold . " I am tired of trying to ...
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Alfred Tennyson angel beautiful bells beneath birds boat boatie rows boy-my boy breath bright Charles Kingsley cheek child CHILDHOOD Children's Hour churchyard Cusha dark dead death Dick dream Effie Enderby Engraved ETON COLLEGE ever-never eyes fair father Felicia Hemans flowers gaze green H. W. Longfellow happy hath hear heard heart heaven How's my boy-my Jack-in-the-green Jean Ingelow John John Keble Kilve Largo Bay life's light Lindis little birdie look'd maid Maid Marian Margaret Gatty Miserere Domine mother ne'er nest never Never-for night o'er pain Papa play play'd poor pray prayer round rowan tree sailor seem'd shining ship shore Sing sleep smiled song sorrow speak low Swanage sweet Sydney Dobell tears tender thee thine Thomas Hood thou art thought Twas uppe voice weary weep wild William Wordsworth winds wonder yellow
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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.