Perennial FlowersMunroe and Francis, 1843 - 172页 |
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第72页
... Closed his merry eyes in death ; Quickly was the call repeated , Dearest blessings to resign , For we turned from Charlie's death - bed , Willie , round to thine . As the beams of spring's first morning Through the silent 72.
... Closed his merry eyes in death ; Quickly was the call repeated , Dearest blessings to resign , For we turned from Charlie's death - bed , Willie , round to thine . As the beams of spring's first morning Through the silent 72.
第74页
... rosiest of our household , And struck Charlie down in death . Fearful , awful Desolation On our lintel set his sign ; And we turned from his sad death - bed , Willie , round to thine ! MARY'S SMILE . FOR many an anxious , weary day 74.
... rosiest of our household , And struck Charlie down in death . Fearful , awful Desolation On our lintel set his sign ; And we turned from his sad death - bed , Willie , round to thine ! MARY'S SMILE . FOR many an anxious , weary day 74.
第128页
... turned his head , - " Oh ! where's my icicle , " he cries , While tear - drops gush into his eyes , On finding that his pretty prize , In his warm grasp had all melted . Alas , my boy ! not many a sun O'er thy fair head its course shall ...
... turned his head , - " Oh ! where's my icicle , " he cries , While tear - drops gush into his eyes , On finding that his pretty prize , In his warm grasp had all melted . Alas , my boy ! not many a sun O'er thy fair head its course shall ...
第135页
... turned , As steadfast as before ; - 66 Nay , " said the pilgrim , " nay , not yet , And you must tell me more . " Who was it taught you thus to read ? " " Ah , sir ! it was my mother ; She taught me both to read and spell , And so she ...
... turned , As steadfast as before ; - 66 Nay , " said the pilgrim , " nay , not yet , And you must tell me more . " Who was it taught you thus to read ? " " Ah , sir ! it was my mother ; She taught me both to read and spell , And so she ...
第137页
And aye he read page after page , Page after page he turned ; And as he read their blessed words , His heart within him burned . Still , still the book the old man read , As he would ne'er have done ; From the hour of noon he read the ...
And aye he read page after page , Page after page he turned ; And as he read their blessed words , His heart within him burned . Still , still the book the old man read , As he would ne'er have done ; From the hour of noon he read the ...
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amaranthine ANCIENT GREECE ANDREW MARVELL angel art thou beams beautiful bends beneath birds BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE blessed bloom breast breath bright brow bucket cheek child clouds dark dear death deep didst dost dream DYING SWAN e'en earth eyes face fair Fairy father flowers forest FRINGED GENTIAN gaze gentle glad gleam glide glow grave green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy hour kiss land leaves light lonely look MARY HOWITT moon morning mother mountain murmur ne'er night nursling o'er old oaken bucket pilgrim play prayer rest rill roam rose round Sabbath shade shed shine sight silent singing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet SWEET AUBURN SWEET DAY tears thee thine thou art thoughts toil tree Twas unto voice wandering waves whispered wild wind WIND-FLOWER woods WORDSWORTH
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第44页 - 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...
第32页 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
第16页 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and. beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash...
第67页 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
第55页 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, — How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who, bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head...
第158页 - ... from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing ! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
第103页 - 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.
第102页 - 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.
第32页 - There is a Power, whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
第44页 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...