An Anthology of Mother Verse |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 20
Page xix
... Voice . There was no Presence , but the Voice was clear , and it said : - " Do you find the garden beautiful , my child ? " " The most beautiful thing in the world , " answered the Child . " Is it you who are making it ? " " Yes ...
... Voice . There was no Presence , but the Voice was clear , and it said : - " Do you find the garden beautiful , my child ? " " The most beautiful thing in the world , " answered the Child . " Is it you who are making it ? " " Yes ...
Page xx
... Voice , " and what you find in the wet grass , that is for you to plant . " And the Child stretched out his hand and touched something soft and warm hidden in a blanket of leaves . " Is it a bird ? ” he whispered , for he felt a throb ...
... Voice , " and what you find in the wet grass , that is for you to plant . " And the Child stretched out his hand and touched something soft and warm hidden in a blanket of leaves . " Is it a bird ? ” he whispered , for he felt a throb ...
Page 5
... voice Or if the spirit of a bird Within his heart did dwell : you heard , A bird that dallies with his voice Among the matted branches ; Or on the free blue air his note To pierce , and fall , and rise , and float , With bolder ...
... voice Or if the spirit of a bird Within his heart did dwell : you heard , A bird that dallies with his voice Among the matted branches ; Or on the free blue air his note To pierce , and fall , and rise , and float , With bolder ...
Page 6
... voice , As o'er her work she did rejoice , His became silent altogether , And slily creeping by the wall He seiz❜d a single plume , let fall By some wild bird of longest feather ; And all a - tremble with his freak , He touch'd her ...
... voice , As o'er her work she did rejoice , His became silent altogether , And slily creeping by the wall He seiz❜d a single plume , let fall By some wild bird of longest feather ; And all a - tremble with his freak , He touch'd her ...
Page 26
... voice ( dear child , He knew it not ) and from his happiest looks , Did she extract the food of self - reproach , As one that lived ungrateful for the stay By Heaven afforded to uphold her maimed And tottering spirit . And full oft the ...
... voice ( dear child , He knew it not ) and from his happiest looks , Did she extract the food of self - reproach , As one that lived ungrateful for the stay By Heaven afforded to uphold her maimed And tottering spirit . And full oft the ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
ain wife angel arms Auld Daddy Darkness babe Baby-Land bairnies beautiful bird Blynken breast breath bright brow cheek Christina G cradle cuddle doon darling dream earth Eugene Field eyes face fair Father fear feet fold gaze gentle gi'e my ain grief hair hands hath head hear heart heaven holy hush Jane Taylor John Banister Tabb Josiah Gilbert Holland kiss knee lambs LENOX TILDEN light lips Little baby dear Lord lullaby mamma melodious hills morning nest never night o'er old arm-chair ony wife pray prayer pretty purple clover rest Robert Underwood Johnson Roden Noel round Rudyard Kipling shines sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow star sweet tears thee There's thine things thou art thy mother voice wadna gi'e weep wife For ony William Allingham William Wordsworth wings woman Wynken YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
Popular passages
Page 43 - 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 68 - But peaceful was the night, Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Page 119 - 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 68 - 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 44 - 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 46 - 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 167 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament...
Page 46 - 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 72 - 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 43 - 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.