Pictures and Flowers for Child-loversWalker, Wise, 1861 - 211 Seiten |
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... Child , Tired of Play , • • • The Reaper and the Flowers , The Little Step ... Child and the Gossamer , The Baby's Complaint , Good Life , Long Life ... Father of the Man , " Death of an Infant , • Extract from " Macbeth , " The ...
... Child , Tired of Play , • • • The Reaper and the Flowers , The Little Step ... Child and the Gossamer , The Baby's Complaint , Good Life , Long Life ... Father of the Man , " Death of an Infant , • Extract from " Macbeth , " The ...
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... father's face to see : The cradled innocent , his youngest treasure , Holds out its dimpled arms , and crows for pleasure . O BANISH the tears of children ! Continued rains upon the blossoms are hurtful . — JEAN PAUL . - A PICTURE . A ...
... father's face to see : The cradled innocent , his youngest treasure , Holds out its dimpled arms , and crows for pleasure . O BANISH the tears of children ! Continued rains upon the blossoms are hurtful . — JEAN PAUL . - A PICTURE . A ...
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... SON . FAREWELL , thou child of my right hand , and joy ; My sin was too much hope of thee , loved boy : Seven years thou wert lent to me , and I thee pay Exacted by thy fate on the just day . O , could I lose all father now ! for why ...
... SON . FAREWELL , thou child of my right hand , and joy ; My sin was too much hope of thee , loved boy : Seven years thou wert lent to me , and I thee pay Exacted by thy fate on the just day . O , could I lose all father now ! for why ...
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... Father , who made God ? " - THE tear down childhood's cheek that flows , Is like the dew - drop on the rose ; When next the summer breeze comes by , The bush is waved , the flower is dry . WALTER SCOTT . THE MORNING - GLORY . WE ...
... Father , who made God ? " - THE tear down childhood's cheek that flows , Is like the dew - drop on the rose ; When next the summer breeze comes by , The bush is waved , the flower is dry . WALTER SCOTT . THE MORNING - GLORY . WE ...
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... holidays . Don't be afraid . Ask your sister to ask your mother to ask your come . It's only ninety miles . father to let you If you're out of pocket - money , you can walk , and beg HARRY'S LETTER . 41 Harry's Letter,
... holidays . Don't be afraid . Ask your sister to ask your mother to ask your come . It's only ninety miles . father to let you If you're out of pocket - money , you can walk , and beg HARRY'S LETTER . 41 Harry's Letter,
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
angel arms art thou art young babe beautiful beneath bird blessed blest bloom blossoms born breast breath bright brow cheek cherub CHILD IS FATHER childhood childish cradle dainty Babie Bell dark dear death delight dim forest E'en earth earthly eyes face fair fairy father feel feet flowers fond fragrant gentle glow grief hair halls of light hand happy hast thou hath head heaven holy hope hour infant innocent innocent sleep kiss laughing life's light lisping little boy look manikin Moloch morning mother mother's smile ne'er nest numbers o'er pain PINDARIC play playmate pray prayer rose-tree round sing sleep smile snow soft sorrow soul spirit summer sunbeam sunny sunset Lodged sweet sweet replies tears tell tender thee thine thing Thou art thought tread treasure walk watch weary ween wild wings young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 86 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By...
Seite 109 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Seite 108 - mid work of his own hand he lies. Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses. With light upon him from his father's eyes!
Seite 144 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Seite 123 - I Remember, I Remember. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away. I remember, I remember...
Seite 167 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Seite 84 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Seite 47 - Play on, play on ; I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring ; I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing ; I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smother'd call ; And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.
Seite 182 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Seite 138 - With antic toys so funnily bestuck, Light as the singing bird that wings the air — (The door! the door! he'll tumble down the stair!) Thou darling of thy sire ! (Why, Jane, he'll set his pinafore afire!) Thou imp of mirth and joy!