Gift of love and friendship [an anthology of verse].1846 |
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... blessed , Would sicken , but she leans on thee , Sees thee by faith on Mary's breast , And breathes serene and free . Slight tremblings only of her veil declare Soft answers duly whispered to each soothing prayer . 26 THE MOTHER'S ...
... blessed , Would sicken , but she leans on thee , Sees thee by faith on Mary's breast , And breathes serene and free . Slight tremblings only of her veil declare Soft answers duly whispered to each soothing prayer . 26 THE MOTHER'S ...
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Gift. 26 THE MOTHER'S LAMENT . We are too weak , when thou dost bless To bear the joy , -help virgin - born ; By thine own mother's first caress That waked thy natal morn ! Help , by the unexpressive smile , that made A heaven on earth ...
Gift. 26 THE MOTHER'S LAMENT . We are too weak , when thou dost bless To bear the joy , -help virgin - born ; By thine own mother's first caress That waked thy natal morn ! Help , by the unexpressive smile , that made A heaven on earth ...
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... and cherub smile , He looks , as still he prayed , and slept the while ; Yet , yet they seem as if they whispered praise For all the blessings of his halcyon days . 38 THE CHILD AND DOVE . Bid , O Almighty ON A SLEEPING BOY . 37.
... and cherub smile , He looks , as still he prayed , and slept the while ; Yet , yet they seem as if they whispered praise For all the blessings of his halcyon days . 38 THE CHILD AND DOVE . Bid , O Almighty ON A SLEEPING BOY . 37.
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... Blessed mother , was it thine ? In foreign lands I travelled wide , My pulse was bounding high , Vice spread her meshes at my side , And pleasure lured my eye ; - Yet still that hand , so soft and cold , Maintained its mystic sway , As ...
... Blessed mother , was it thine ? In foreign lands I travelled wide , My pulse was bounding high , Vice spread her meshes at my side , And pleasure lured my eye ; - Yet still that hand , so soft and cold , Maintained its mystic sway , As ...
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... BLESSING on thy head , thou child of many hopes and fears ! A rainbow - welcome thine hath been , of mingled smiles and tears . Thy father greets thee unto life , with a full and chastened heart , For a solemn gift from God thou com'st ...
... BLESSING on thy head , thou child of many hopes and fears ! A rainbow - welcome thine hath been , of mingled smiles and tears . Thy father greets thee unto life , with a full and chastened heart , For a solemn gift from God thou com'st ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALLAN CUNNINGHAM band of Brothers BARTON BOOTH beauty bird blessed blossom blue heaven blue stream bosom breast breath bright brother brow buds CASTARA charms cheek cherub childhood's cold dead dear dearest death delight dost doth dream dwell dying earth fair farewell flowers gaze gentle glow gone grief guardian band happy hath heart heaven hope hour infant innocent in death kiss life's light lips lonely look love's lover Lute merry merry England mirth mother's love ne'er never night o'er Oxlips pain pleasure prayer remember Roman holiday rose round shine shroud sigh sing sister sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow sound Of hope spirit spring star sunny brow sweet tears tell tender thee thing thou art thou hast Thou'rt thought Thy father thy soul Twas unto voice wake wandering ween weep wild wings young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 115 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. ' A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Página 190 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 24 - OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray : And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. 'To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow.
Página 183 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Página 25 - But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide ; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They wept, and, turning homeward, cried, " In heaven we all shall meet ! " — When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet.
Página 115 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, 10 A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Página 172 - No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own. Responds, — as if with unseen wings, An angel touched its quivering strings ; And whispers, in its song, " Where hast thou stayed so long!
Página 26 - And then an open field they crossed : The marks were still the same; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank; And further there were none ! — Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild.
Página 174 - THE lark now leaves his watery nest, And climbing, shakes his dewy wings: He takes this window for the east; And to implore your light, he sings. Awake, awake, the morn will never rise Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes. The merchant bows unto the seaman's star, The ploughman from the sun his season takes; But still the lover wonders what they are, Who look for day before his mistress wakes.
Página 117 - IN vain you tell your parting lover, You wish fair winds may waft him over. Alas! what winds can happy prove, That bear me far from what I love? Alas! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I sustain, From slighted vows, and cold disdain? Be gentle, and in pity choose To wish the wildest tempests loose: That, thrown again upon the coast, Where first my...