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... that was light , From the flowers of day and the stars of night , Breathing where none might hear or see , ' Where thou art , my mother , thy child would be ! ' Death smiled as he heard each earnest word : ' 3 SCHOOL - ROOM POETRY . 25.
... that was light , From the flowers of day and the stars of night , Breathing where none might hear or see , ' Where thou art , my mother , thy child would be ! ' Death smiled as he heard each earnest word : ' 3 SCHOOL - ROOM POETRY . 25.
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... breathe of tenderness , And smiles we know are true , Are warmer than the summer time , And dearer than the dew . It is not much the world can give With all its subtle art , And gold and gems are not the things To satisfy the heart ...
... breathe of tenderness , And smiles we know are true , Are warmer than the summer time , And dearer than the dew . It is not much the world can give With all its subtle art , And gold and gems are not the things To satisfy the heart ...
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... Breathe forth the language of thy power . God of the fair and open sky ! How gloriously above us springs The tented dome of heavenly blue , Suspended on the rainbow's rings , Each brilliant star that sparkles through , Each gilded cloud ...
... Breathe forth the language of thy power . God of the fair and open sky ! How gloriously above us springs The tented dome of heavenly blue , Suspended on the rainbow's rings , Each brilliant star that sparkles through , Each gilded cloud ...
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... Breathe ! she is wafting the sweets from the roses ; Feel ! she is cool in the rivulet's play . Taste ! from the grape and the nectarine gushing Flows the red rill in the beams of the sun , Green in the hills , in the flower groves ...
... Breathe ! she is wafting the sweets from the roses ; Feel ! she is cool in the rivulet's play . Taste ! from the grape and the nectarine gushing Flows the red rill in the beams of the sun , Green in the hills , in the flower groves ...
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... breathe , O'er living myriads in their sleep . They rested by the coral throne , And by the pearly diadem ; Where the pale sea - grape had o'ergrown The glorious dwellings made for them . At night upon my storm - drenched wing , I ...
... breathe , O'er living myriads in their sleep . They rested by the coral throne , And by the pearly diadem ; Where the pale sea - grape had o'ergrown The glorious dwellings made for them . At night upon my storm - drenched wing , I ...
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Andrew Marvell Anon beauty beneath billows bird blessed bliss bloom blue bosom bough bowers breast breathe breeze bright brow child cloud dark dead death deep delight dost doth dream earth Eliza Cook eyes fair fair band fancy crown father Ferdinand Freiligrath flowers forest forest lea gentle glory grave green grey grief hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hour land leaves light lone look mirth morn mother mountain Muça neath nest night nursling o'er once pale passed rest rill rose round shade sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star of Bethlehem stars storm strain stream sweet sweet flags sweet sacrifice tears tell temple of tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thundering bands tree voice wandering waves weary weep wild wind wings wood young youth
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123 ページ - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago, Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron,...
198 ページ - 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 ! Let us be patient!
117 ページ - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
154 ページ - Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
145 ページ - THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. WHEN marshal'd on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky ; One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem.
248 ページ - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
152 ページ - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
45 ページ - 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.
120 ページ - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge...
161 ページ - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.