Spring flowers gathered for young florists, by S.P.1849 - 32 pages |
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... fear , Though he seemeth sleeping ! 29 Mary Howitt . I AM BLIND . The woodland ! O ! how beautiful , How pleasant it must be ! How soft its grass - how fresh the leaves Upon each forest tree ! I hear its wild rejoicing birds Their songs ...
... fear , Though he seemeth sleeping ! 29 Mary Howitt . I AM BLIND . The woodland ! O ! how beautiful , How pleasant it must be ! How soft its grass - how fresh the leaves Upon each forest tree ! I hear its wild rejoicing birds Their songs ...
Page 33
... fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at , be thy coun- try's Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st , O Cromwell , Thou fall'st a blessed martyr . Cromwell , Cromwell , 34 VILLAGE BLACKSMITH . Had I but served my God.
... fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at , be thy coun- try's Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st , O Cromwell , Thou fall'st a blessed martyr . Cromwell , Cromwell , 34 VILLAGE BLACKSMITH . Had I but served my God.
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... fear is filled , And rushing in - of - doors , she screams- " My brother Willie's killed ! ” And thousand joyful voices cry , " Huzza ! Huzza ! A VICTORY ! " A mother sat in thoughtful ease , A knitting by the fire , Plying the needle's ...
... fear is filled , And rushing in - of - doors , she screams- " My brother Willie's killed ! ” And thousand joyful voices cry , " Huzza ! Huzza ! A VICTORY ! " A mother sat in thoughtful ease , A knitting by the fire , Plying the needle's ...
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... fears That , any longer , I will pass my days Alone and sad . No I will once more raise My voice upon the mountain - heights ; once more Make my horn parley from their foreheads hoar ; Again my trooping hounds their tongues shall loll ...
... fears That , any longer , I will pass my days Alone and sad . No I will once more raise My voice upon the mountain - heights ; once more Make my horn parley from their foreheads hoar ; Again my trooping hounds their tongues shall loll ...
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... fears it heeded not . Like a glow - worm golden , In a dell of dew , Scattering unbeholden Its æriel hue Among the flowers and grass , which hide it from the view . Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves , 86 LADY OF THE GARDEN ...
... fears it heeded not . Like a glow - worm golden , In a dell of dew , Scattering unbeholden Its æriel hue Among the flowers and grass , which hide it from the view . Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves , 86 LADY OF THE GARDEN ...
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ASHFORD Auvergne Barry Cornwall beauty beneath bird blessed blest blind breast breath bright brow busy bee call me early chaffinch cheek CHRISTMAS CAROL clouds CŒUR DE LION dark dear deep did'st dost doth dream earth Eliza Cook ENDYMION Excelsior face fair FALL OF D'ASSAS father feel flowers gentle gi'e God's Goodwyn Barmby GRANDFATHER'S STICK green hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Hemans hill holy hushed Huzza king laurels spring light live lonely look Mary Howitt meek mind mother mountain ne'er never night o'er OLD DOBBIN old friend PALM-TREE pride primrose Queen o'the rain Richard Howitt Robert Nicoll round scorn shine sigh sing song SONNET sorrow soul elate sound spirit spring stars stream summer sweet tears tears of thoughtful thee There's thine THOMAS CLARKSON thou art thou busy thought toil tree Twas vales wave wild wind Wordsworth youth
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Page 86 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Page 32 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 122 - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Page 70 - Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Page 69 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 23 - THE cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one...
Page 53 - Coming together in life's pilgrimage; As if some dire constraint of pain, or rage Of sickness felt by him in times long past, A more than human weight upon his frame Had cast.
Page 106 - Try not the Pass!" the old man said; "Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud th,at clarion voice replied, Excelsior! "O stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Page 62 - The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart...
Page 105 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends And youths and maidens gay!