The garland; or, Poetry for childhood and youth1850 |
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Side 15
... darkness is over , the sun is on high , The lark is up singing his song in the sky ; The cattle and labourers all are abroad , And every thing serving and praising its God . I will not lie sleeping my morning away , But try to be busy ...
... darkness is over , the sun is on high , The lark is up singing his song in the sky ; The cattle and labourers all are abroad , And every thing serving and praising its God . I will not lie sleeping my morning away , But try to be busy ...
Side 21
... dark Thanks you for your tiny spark ; He could not see which way to go , If you did not twinkle so . Twinkle , twinkle , little star , How I wonder what you are . In the dark blue sky you keep , While you through my curtains peep , And ...
... dark Thanks you for your tiny spark ; He could not see which way to go , If you did not twinkle so . Twinkle , twinkle , little star , How I wonder what you are . In the dark blue sky you keep , While you through my curtains peep , And ...
Side 35
... dark , Then came home again to his dear mother's cot , And joyfully gave her the wages he got . And O how she loved him ! how great was her joy , To think her dear Jem was a dutiful boy ; Her arm round his neck she would tenderly cast ...
... dark , Then came home again to his dear mother's cot , And joyfully gave her the wages he got . And O how she loved him ! how great was her joy , To think her dear Jem was a dutiful boy ; Her arm round his neck she would tenderly cast ...
Side 38
... dark , And knew the glowworm by his spark . So stooping down from hawthorn top , He thought to put him in his crop ; The worm , aware of his intent , Harangued him thus , right eloquent : ' Did you admire my lamp , ' quoth he , ' As ...
... dark , And knew the glowworm by his spark . So stooping down from hawthorn top , He thought to put him in his crop ; The worm , aware of his intent , Harangued him thus , right eloquent : ' Did you admire my lamp , ' quoth he , ' As ...
Side 43
... darkness can Writes down every crime we commit in his book , Nor forgets what we try to conceal . THE CUCKOO . Hail , beauteous stranger of the wood , Attendant on the spring ! Now heaven repairs thy vernal seat , And woods thy welcome ...
... darkness can Writes down every crime we commit in his book , Nor forgets what we try to conceal . THE CUCKOO . Hail , beauteous stranger of the wood , Attendant on the spring ! Now heaven repairs thy vernal seat , And woods thy welcome ...
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Arouse thee beautiful beneath birds bless blest breast breath bright brother busy bee cheer child cold coming creeping everywhere crimson-tipped CUCKOO dark dead dear doth earth earthly ELIZA COOK everlasting song fairy-queen father William flame flowers gathering band gay bowers Gelert glorious glory glowworm gone grave green hand happy hath hear heart heaven hope hour Ill housewifery John Tomkins labour life's light live Llewellyn's look Lord marmot mercy merry mighty wanderer moon morning mother ne'er nest never night numbered o'er peace PENNY MAGAZINE Piedmontese poor praise pray prayer repose rise roam round shining sigh sing sink to thy sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit sugh sweet tear tell tempest There's thine things thou art thou busy thou hast thought thro thy rest toil tree twinkle voice waves weary wild wind wings youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 137 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Side 62 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Side 56 - once again he cried, ' If I may yet be gone ! ' And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Side 48 - Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Side 103 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
Side 62 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Side 55 - The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form.
Side 100 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a...
Side 64 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Side 122 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.