The Children's Bower; Or, What You Like, 1. kötetLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1858 |
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7. oldal
... divine allusion to man , " qui quasi flos egreditur et conteritur , et fugit velut umbra , et numquam in eodem statu permanet . " How true is that even where the order of nature is not interrupted ! The first years of our life , says St ...
... divine allusion to man , " qui quasi flos egreditur et conteritur , et fugit velut umbra , et numquam in eodem statu permanet . " How true is that even where the order of nature is not interrupted ! The first years of our life , says St ...
11. oldal
... divine their age ; since , as was said of the late Countess de Swetchine , they well seem to have traversed successively all ages , without having lost any portion of the particular charm belonging to each ; being playful and simple as ...
... divine their age ; since , as was said of the late Countess de Swetchine , they well seem to have traversed successively all ages , without having lost any portion of the particular charm belonging to each ; being playful and simple as ...
52. oldal
... divine per- fection which , though free to work in arbitrary methods , works in consistent methods , or , following his idea , we might compare that energetic innocence to those sculptured leaves and flowers so confined within fillets ...
... divine per- fection which , though free to work in arbitrary methods , works in consistent methods , or , following his idea , we might compare that energetic innocence to those sculptured leaves and flowers so confined within fillets ...
53. oldal
... divine men , and they are that without contrition or the shadow of remorse . " Guilty passion and cankering care Never have left their traces there . " Childhood , indeed , like nature , is fallen . Like the air we breathe , like the ...
... divine men , and they are that without contrition or the shadow of remorse . " Guilty passion and cankering care Never have left their traces there . " Childhood , indeed , like nature , is fallen . Like the air we breathe , like the ...
57. oldal
... divine Is an innocence like thine . " There is an old morality entitled " The Worlde and the Chylde . " The contrast is well conceived , for it would be hard to imagine a greater . Childhood , as we shall remark presently , is all sim ...
... divine Is an innocence like thine . " There is an old morality entitled " The Worlde and the Chylde . " The contrast is well conceived , for it would be hard to imagine a greater . Childhood , as we shall remark presently , is all sim ...
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110. oldal - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
2. oldal - twere with a defeated joy, With one auspicious and one dropping eye, With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole...
133. oldal - The season's glorious show, Nor would its brightness shine for me, Nor its wild music flow ; But if, around my place of sleep, The friends I love should come to weep, They might not haste to go. Soft airs, and song, and light, and bloom, Should keep them lingering by my tomb.
127. oldal - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
6. oldal - There, in that silent room below, The dead lay in his shroud of snow; And in the hush that followed the prayer, Was heard the old clock on the stair, — ' ' Forever — never ! Never — forever! " All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, " Ah ! when shall they all meet again...
184. oldal - Shrink and consume my heart, as heat the scroll; And wrath has left its scar — that fire of hell Has left its frightful scar upon my soul. Yet though thou wear'st the glory of the sky, Wilt thou not keep the same beloved name, The same fair thoughtful brow, and gentle eye, Lovelier in heaven's sweet climate, yet the same...
124. oldal - Twill soon be Winter now. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And what will this poor Robin do? For pinching days are near. The fireside for the cricket, The wheat-stack for the mouse, When trembling night-winds whistle And moan all round the house. The frosty ways like iron, The branches plumed with snow, — Alas! in Winter dead and dark, Where can poor Robin go? Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And a crumb of bread for Robin, His little heart to cheer!
140. oldal - When from thy cheerful eyes a ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet fore-warning?
11. oldal - And last, Man's Life on earth, Glide to thy dim dominions, and are bound. Thou hast my better years ; Thou hast my earlier friends, the good, the kind, Yielded to thee with tears — The venerable form, the exalted mind. My spirit yearns to bring The lost ones back — yearns with desire intense, And struggles hard to wring Thy bolts apart, and pluck thy captives thence.
125. oldal - 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 wears away. " Both alike are mine and thine, Hastening quick to their decline ; Thine's a summer, mine no more, Though repeated to threescore ; Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one.