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... Cowper Dove on the Cross Longfellow Parting Gift .. .. .. .. .. T. H. Bayly .. Barry Cornwall Carpenter .. .. Charles Swain Child's Wreath .. Jane Gilman Professor J. F. Green Answer to a Child's Question The Orphan The First Grief.
... Cowper Dove on the Cross Longfellow Parting Gift .. .. .. .. .. T. H. Bayly .. Barry Cornwall Carpenter .. .. Charles Swain Child's Wreath .. Jane Gilman Professor J. F. Green Answer to a Child's Question The Orphan The First Grief.
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... Grief Love your Little Brother The Little Sister left in Charge Be Kind to One Another " Love one Another " S. T. Coleridge T. Hastings Mrs. Hemans Mrs. Sigourney Moral Songs .. A. L. Westcombe .. Kind Words Speak Gently I will be Good ...
... Grief Love your Little Brother The Little Sister left in Charge Be Kind to One Another " Love one Another " S. T. Coleridge T. Hastings Mrs. Hemans Mrs. Sigourney Moral Songs .. A. L. Westcombe .. Kind Words Speak Gently I will be Good ...
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... grief , Ere now the dust hath stirred ! Hear me ! but hear me , father , chief ! My king ! I must be heard . Hushed , hushed ; -how is it that I call , And that thou answerest not ? When was it thus ? -woe , woe for all The love my soul ...
... grief , Ere now the dust hath stirred ! Hear me ! but hear me , father , chief ! My king ! I must be heard . Hushed , hushed ; -how is it that I call , And that thou answerest not ? When was it thus ? -woe , woe for all The love my soul ...
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... grief From her people wildly rose , As Death withdrew his shades from the day While the sun looked smiling bright O'er a wide and woeful sight , Where the fires of funeral light Died away . Now joy , Old England , raise ! For the ...
... grief From her people wildly rose , As Death withdrew his shades from the day While the sun looked smiling bright O'er a wide and woeful sight , Where the fires of funeral light Died away . Now joy , Old England , raise ! For the ...
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... grief and wrath Was heard among the crowd ; The men they muttered curses deep , The women wept aloud . Full fifty paces from his child , His cross - bow in his hand , With lip compressed , and flashing eye , TELL firmly took his stand ...
... grief and wrath Was heard among the crowd ; The men they muttered curses deep , The women wept aloud . Full fifty paces from his child , His cross - bow in his hand , With lip compressed , and flashing eye , TELL firmly took his stand ...
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Page 349 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Page 49 - THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND. ?HE 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.
Page 133 - It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May.
Page 25 - King is come to marshal us, in all his armor drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout,
Page 359 - Lo! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod;' Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Page 30 - Peak unfurled the flag o'er Darwin's rocky dales Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales, Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely height, Till streamed in crimson on the- wind the Wrekin's crest of light, Till broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately fane, And tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the boundless plain ; Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent; Till...
Page 161 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play.
Page 122 - I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodlai.d air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Page 159 - And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side, To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipp'd from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw.
Page 42 - ... misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.