Light on Little GravesAmerican Sunday-School Union, 1848 - 144页 |
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第19页
... summer , And thy first attempts at speech Thrilled our heart - strings with a rapture Music ne'er could reach . As we gazed upon thee sleeping , With thy fine fair locks outspread , Thou didst seem a little angel , Who from heaven to ...
... summer , And thy first attempts at speech Thrilled our heart - strings with a rapture Music ne'er could reach . As we gazed upon thee sleeping , With thy fine fair locks outspread , Thou didst seem a little angel , Who from heaven to ...
第33页
... summer air Ruffling the rose leaves ) there Thy soul were fluttering . Oh ! I would gaze for ever Upon that waxen face ; So passionless , so pure ; The little shrine were sure An angel's dwelling - place . 33 Thou weepest , childless ...
... summer air Ruffling the rose leaves ) there Thy soul were fluttering . Oh ! I would gaze for ever Upon that waxen face ; So passionless , so pure ; The little shrine were sure An angel's dwelling - place . 33 Thou weepest , childless ...
第43页
... o'er the wave , And I shall be alone , mother , all in my mouldering grave ! Upon the chancel pavement , and on that grave of mine , In the early - early morning , the summer sun will shine , Before the red cock crows , in the farm upon.
... o'er the wave , And I shall be alone , mother , all in my mouldering grave ! Upon the chancel pavement , and on that grave of mine , In the early - early morning , the summer sun will shine , Before the red cock crows , in the farm upon.
第61页
... steadily Down through the ether blue . And you'll only think , dear mother , I have been out to play , And have gone to sleep beneath a tree , This sultry summer day . THE DESERTED NURSERY . THE little crib is empty Where.
... steadily Down through the ether blue . And you'll only think , dear mother , I have been out to play , And have gone to sleep beneath a tree , This sultry summer day . THE DESERTED NURSERY . THE little crib is empty Where.
第66页
... of April shone . The summer months swept by : again That loving pair I met , On russet heath and bowery lane , Th ' autumnal sun had set : BEREAVEMENT . And chill and damp that Sunday eve Breathed 66 LIGHT ON LITTLE GRAVES . Bereavement.
... of April shone . The summer months swept by : again That loving pair I met , On russet heath and bowery lane , Th ' autumnal sun had set : BEREAVEMENT . And chill and damp that Sunday eve Breathed 66 LIGHT ON LITTLE GRAVES . Bereavement.
常见术语和短语
afflicted angel arms babe BARRY CORNWALL beams beautiful blessed blest blind boy bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow CAROLINE BOWLES cheer CHERUB BAND clasp cradle dark dead dear death doth earth earthly evermore face fair Father feel first-born flowers fond gazed gentle glad grief grieve hand happy happy day hath hear heart heaven holy hope INFANT kiss lamb LEIGH HUNT little baby little children LITTLE GRAVES little lonely grave look morning mournful mother murmur ne'er neath never night nursling o'er thy pain pale peace perfect bliss pray prayer quiet round seraphs sigh silent sing sister sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring sunny sweet tears tender thee thou art thou wert thought thy little thy rest tomb tree Twas Twill voice wake watch weep whisper wild Williams Haynes wings YEAR'S EVE
热门引用章节
第109页 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
第85页 - I have naught that is fair ?" saith he ; "Have naught 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.
第98页 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
第46页 - O sweet is the new violet, that comes beneath the skies, And sweeter is the young lamb's voice to me that cannot rise, And sweet is all the land about, and all the flowers that blow, And sweeter far is death than life to me that long to go.
第85页 - They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care ; And saints upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
第75页 - MOTHER, how still the baby lies ! I cannot hear his breath ; I cannot see his laughing eyes — They tell me this is death. My little work I thought to bring, And sat down by his bed, And pleasantly I tried to sing — They hushed me — he is dead. They say that he again will rise, More beautiful than now ; That God will bless him in the skies — 0, mother, tell me how...
第47页 - All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call; It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all; The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll, And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.
第85页 - 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. My Lord has need of these flowerets gay, The Reaper said, and smiled : Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
第106页 - The food for grave inquiring speech he everywhere doth find: Strange questions doth he ask of me, when we together walk ; He scarcely thinks as children think, or talks as children talk ; Nor cares he much for childish sports, dotes not on bat or ball, But looks on manhood's ways and works, and aptly mimics all. His little heart is busy still, and oftentimes perplext With thoughts about this world of ours, and thoughts about the next...
第42页 - To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; And the New-year's coming up, mother, but I shall never see The blossom on the blackthorn, the leaf upon the tree.