Aunt Mary's poetry, original and select, for the use of young personsT. Barcham, 1854 - 91页 |
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第12页
... green earth is his prostrate prey , And he darkens the sun at the noon of day . THE GLOWWORM . Beneath a hedge , or near the stream , A worm is known to stray , That shows by night a lucid beam , Which disappears by day . Disputes have ...
... green earth is his prostrate prey , And he darkens the sun at the noon of day . THE GLOWWORM . Beneath a hedge , or near the stream , A worm is known to stray , That shows by night a lucid beam , Which disappears by day . Disputes have ...
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... green islands of glittering seas , Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze ; And strange bright birds on their starry wings , Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ? Not there , not there , my child . Is it far away in some region ...
... green islands of glittering seas , Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze ; And strange bright birds on their starry wings , Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ? Not there , not there , my child . Is it far away in some region ...
第21页
... green well , I'll pause and sadly think , ' Twas here he bowed his glossy neck , when last I saw him drink . When last I saw thee drink ! Away , the fever'd dream is o'er , I could not live a day and know that we should meet no more ...
... green well , I'll pause and sadly think , ' Twas here he bowed his glossy neck , when last I saw him drink . When last I saw thee drink ! Away , the fever'd dream is o'er , I could not live a day and know that we should meet no more ...
第30页
... green branches around its door . Something , surely , must love me more . Who loves me best ? my sister fair , With her laughing eyes , and clustering hair , Who flowers around my head doth twine , Who presseth 30 AUNT MARY'S POETRY .
... green branches around its door . Something , surely , must love me more . Who loves me best ? my sister fair , With her laughing eyes , and clustering hair , Who flowers around my head doth twine , Who presseth 30 AUNT MARY'S POETRY .
第33页
... green , they may be The little maid replied , seen , Twelve steps or more , from mother's door , And they are side by side . My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit , I sit and sing to ...
... green , they may be The little maid replied , seen , Twelve steps or more , from mother's door , And they are side by side . My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit , I sit and sing to ...
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第80页 - I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own.
第32页 - Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they ? I pray you tell." She answered, " Seven are we ; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother ; And in the church-yard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
第56页 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
第51页 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them. Then shifting his side, as a lawyer knows how, He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes, But what were his arguments few people know, For the court did not think they were equally wise. So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one if or but, — That whenever the Nose put...
第80页 - Could time, his flight reversed, restore the hours, When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I prick'd them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile...
第34页 - Had cheered the village with his song, Nor yet at eve his note suspended, Nor yet when eventide was ended, Began to feel, as well he might, The keen demands of appetite ; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glow-worm 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...
第83页 - Yon cottager who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store, Content though mean, and cheerful, if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the live-long day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light ; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding, and no wit, Receives no praise, but (though her lot be such, Toilsome and indigent) she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant...
第32页 - A simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death...
第78页 - THAT those lips had language! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine, — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child; chase all thy fears away!
第61页 - 'but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair ; And look'd from that lone post of death In still yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, " My father, must I stay ?" While o'er him fast through sail and shroud The wreathing fires made way.