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... Elizabeth Barrett Browning 33 Mother Wept How's My Boy ? • . Joseph Skipsey 39 • Sidney Dobell 40 The Sad Mother . Katharine Tynan Hinkson 42 An Aboriginal Mother's Lament Lines to My Mother's Picture My Mother's Bible • Charles Harpur ...
... Elizabeth Barrett Browning 33 Mother Wept How's My Boy ? • . Joseph Skipsey 39 • Sidney Dobell 40 The Sad Mother . Katharine Tynan Hinkson 42 An Aboriginal Mother's Lament Lines to My Mother's Picture My Mother's Bible • Charles Harpur ...
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... Elizabeth Barrett Browning 167 Eugene Field 169 Alexander Laing 170 She Was a Phantom of Delight Cling to Thy Mother . William Wordsworth 171 Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep • . George Bethune 172 Eugene Henry Pullen 174 George Cooper 176 ...
... Elizabeth Barrett Browning 167 Eugene Field 169 Alexander Laing 170 She Was a Phantom of Delight Cling to Thy Mother . William Wordsworth 171 Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep • . George Bethune 172 Eugene Henry Pullen 174 George Cooper 176 ...
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... breast With the milk - teeth of babes , and a smile at the pain ? Ah boys , how you hurt ! you were strong as you pressed And I proud , by that test . What art's for a woman ? To hold on her 33 Mother and Poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
... breast With the milk - teeth of babes , and a smile at the pain ? Ah boys , how you hurt ! you were strong as you pressed And I proud , by that test . What art's for a woman ? To hold on her 33 Mother and Poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
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... Elizabeth Barrett Browning MOTHER WEPT MOTHER wept , and father sigh'd ; With delight a - glow Cried the lad , " To - morrow , " cried , " To the pit I go . " Up and down the place he sped , Greeted old and young , Far and wide the ...
... Elizabeth Barrett Browning MOTHER WEPT MOTHER wept , and father sigh'd ; With delight a - glow Cried the lad , " To - morrow , " cried , " To the pit I go . " Up and down the place he sped , Greeted old and young , Far and wide the ...
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Elizabeth McCracken. I felt a mother - want about the world , And still went seeking , like a bleating lamb Left out at night , in shutting up the fold , - As restless as a nest - deserted bird Grown chill ... Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
Elizabeth McCracken. I felt a mother - want about the world , And still went seeking , like a bleating lamb Left out at night , in shutting up the fold , - As restless as a nest - deserted bird Grown chill ... Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
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Page 45 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, ' Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Page 70 - But peaceful was the night, Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Page 121 - And, sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her lap and kissed me, And. pointing to the east, began to say: "Look on the rising sun: there God does live, And gives his light, and gives his heat away; And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday. "And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love; And these black bodies and this sunburnt face Are but a cloud and like a shady grove.
Page 70 - But He, her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace : She, crown'd with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere, His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing ; And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.
Page 46 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Page 48 - Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore, " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,"* And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Page 169 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament...
Page 48 - When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, 75 The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile), Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Page 73 - The oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.
Page 45 - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here! Who bidst me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly as the precept were her own: And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.