The Children's Bower; Or, What You Like, 1. kötetLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1858 |
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8. oldal
... Earth , green with spring and fresh with dew , And bright with morn before me stood ; And air just wakened softly blew , On the young blossoms of the wood . " Birds sang within the sprouting shade , Bees hummed amid the whispering grass ...
... Earth , green with spring and fresh with dew , And bright with morn before me stood ; And air just wakened softly blew , On the young blossoms of the wood . " Birds sang within the sprouting shade , Bees hummed amid the whispering grass ...
10. oldal
... earth . But we should aspire to a higher object ; for , if we consider rightly , we shall learn that life's best dream is a vision shadowy of truth , and that the fugitive images may be connected with a solid and permanent possession ...
... earth . But we should aspire to a higher object ; for , if we consider rightly , we shall learn that life's best dream is a vision shadowy of truth , and that the fugitive images may be connected with a solid and permanent possession ...
13. oldal
... earth , not visible , " Ecqua tamen puero est amissæ cura parentis . " His smile , his laugh , why not ? playing in the blessed fields , would be worth all the rest ; and it is for him possibly that this poor adventurer in the career of ...
... earth , not visible , " Ecqua tamen puero est amissæ cura parentis . " His smile , his laugh , why not ? playing in the blessed fields , would be worth all the rest ; and it is for him possibly that this poor adventurer in the career of ...
14. oldal
... earth as if invested with perfection , to apprehend nothing but pleasure , and to think whatever is to be beautiful . In this state of mind it is easy to resemble Euryalus , ɛinov où κατὰ κόσμον— " And in this world certein no wight ...
... earth as if invested with perfection , to apprehend nothing but pleasure , and to think whatever is to be beautiful . In this state of mind it is easy to resemble Euryalus , ɛinov où κατὰ κόσμον— " And in this world certein no wight ...
15. oldal
... earth . World , world , world ! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee , life would not yield to age . 66 Oh ! Could the long fever of the heart be cool'd By a sweet breath from nature ; or the gloom Of a bereaved affection ...
... earth . World , world , world ! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee , life would not yield to age . 66 Oh ! Could the long fever of the heart be cool'd By a sweet breath from nature ; or the gloom Of a bereaved affection ...
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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.