The Children's Bower; Or, What You Like, 1. kötetLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1858 |
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1. oldal
... flowers are half awake , And toilsome men are basking Like the serpent in the brake It is Wednesday , the 2nd of July , 1856. But , lo ! something Blackie . VOL . I. B must have happened lately in the neighbourhood not in visible. CHAPTER.
... flowers are half awake , And toilsome men are basking Like the serpent in the brake It is Wednesday , the 2nd of July , 1856. But , lo ! something Blackie . VOL . I. B must have happened lately in the neighbourhood not in visible. CHAPTER.
3. oldal
... flowers , that grow within an open garden on one side of it , is smiling as if in spite of death . The groves at least seem happy . " Non canimus surdis ; respondent omnia silvæ . " And , in fact , those who follow the train said later ...
... flowers , that grow within an open garden on one side of it , is smiling as if in spite of death . The groves at least seem happy . " Non canimus surdis ; respondent omnia silvæ . " And , in fact , those who follow the train said later ...
4. oldal
... flowers , while round it are arranged the customary lights . Then the choir sings , " Praise ye the Lord from the heavens , " and the organ , causing long pent- up tears to burst forth , accompanies the chant . After this little office ...
... flowers , while round it are arranged the customary lights . Then the choir sings , " Praise ye the Lord from the heavens , " and the organ , causing long pent- up tears to burst forth , accompanies the chant . After this little office ...
5. oldal
... flowers , which are like the pleasures of the world , my pretty one . " You were as flowers , now wither'd ; even so These herblets shall , which we upon you strow . " Come on , away . The crowd withdraws ; but still some few , anxious ...
... flowers , which are like the pleasures of the world , my pretty one . " You were as flowers , now wither'd ; even so These herblets shall , which we upon you strow . " Come on , away . The crowd withdraws ; but still some few , anxious ...
6. oldal
... flowers from full hands , as if saying , " Sweets to the sweet , farewell ; " and one unknown stranger , as if by stealth , throws kisses to the coffin , as a lover to his betrothed , raising afterwards a sigh audible to those near him ...
... flowers from full hands , as if saying , " Sweets to the sweet , farewell ; " and one unknown stranger , as if by stealth , throws kisses to the coffin , as a lover to his betrothed , raising afterwards a sigh audible to those near him ...
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adds admire affection Augustin beauty become better bower brother called cause character charity child childhood Children's Bower Christian Church comes common death delight desire disposition divine doubt early earth example express eyes fact faith father feel flowers follow friends give grace grave grown-up hand happy hear heard heart heaven hope human importance innocence instance John kind least leave less lesson light live look manners mind nature never observe pass perhaps persons play pleasure poet poor present reason receive regard religion remark respect Saint-Simon says seek seems seen sense soul speak spirit suppose sweet teach tell thing thou thought true truth virtue voice whole wish writer young youth
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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.