Poetry for Home and School ...S.G. Simpkins, 1846 |
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... the kiss That followed instant on his cheek , If the kind , loving words we speak Of " Never mind it , " " We forgive , " If these in his short memory live , Only perchance for half a day , Who minds a 16 THE BROKEN DOLL . The Broken Doll.
... the kiss That followed instant on his cheek , If the kind , loving words we speak Of " Never mind it , " " We forgive , " If these in his short memory live , Only perchance for half a day , Who minds a 16 THE BROKEN DOLL . The Broken Doll.
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... no living wood ; No live thing did affray ! " With that the smallest penny , Of the finest silver ore , Upon the dry and slippery path , Lay Mabel's feet before . With joy she picked the penny up , The fairy 24 MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY .
... no living wood ; No live thing did affray ! " With that the smallest penny , Of the finest silver ore , Upon the dry and slippery path , Lay Mabel's feet before . With joy she picked the penny up , The fairy 24 MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY .
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... live with my own kin , Than dance about like you , vain Pin . I'm taken care of every day ; You ' re used awhile , then thrown away ; Or else you get all bent up double , And a snug crack for all your trouble . " " True , " said the Pin ...
... live with my own kin , Than dance about like you , vain Pin . I'm taken care of every day ; You ' re used awhile , then thrown away ; Or else you get all bent up double , And a snug crack for all your trouble . " " True , " said the Pin ...
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THE GREAT - GRANDFATHER . - Miss Lamb . MOTHER'S grandfather lives still , His age is fourscore years and ten ; He looks a monument of time , The agedest of aged men . Though years lie on him like a load , A happier man you will not see ...
THE GREAT - GRANDFATHER . - Miss Lamb . MOTHER'S grandfather lives still , His age is fourscore years and ten ; He looks a monument of time , The agedest of aged men . Though years lie on him like a load , A happier man you will not see ...
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... lives ' decay . So that the pretty speech they had Made murderous hearts relent ; And they that undertook the deed , Full sore they did repent . Yet one of them , more hard of heart , Did vow to do his charge , Because the wretch that ...
... lives ' decay . So that the pretty speech they had Made murderous hearts relent ; And they that undertook the deed , Full sore they did repent . Yet one of them , more hard of heart , Did vow to do his charge , Because the wretch that ...
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Стр. 70 - 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.
Стр. 111 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
Стр. 64 - Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Стр. 128 - The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Стр. 156 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Стр. 75 - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway.
Стр. 162 - Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said — 'And they answered not our cheer ! The planks look warped ! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below That eats the she-wolf's young.
Стр. 134 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Стр. 76 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Стр. 102 - I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, 'Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.