The Kingdom of Home: Homely Poems for Home LoversArthur Gilman D. Lothrop, 1882 - 249 páginas |
Términos y frases comunes
ain fireside angels babe beautiful beloved bird bless bliss bonnie wee breast breath bright brow cheek child childhood chimes dear doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair Fairer than thee father fear flowers G. F. Barnes GEORGE WITHER Good-night grace grave hand hath hear heart heaven HELEN HUNT JACKSON holy HOMES OF ENGLAND hour household HYMN king kiss Lathbury light lips live look Lord love thee love's Mary merry Miss L. B. Humphrey morn mother never night o'er peace praise pray prayer rest ROBERT BURNS Robin Gray round shining sighs sing sleep smile soft song soul spirit star Sweet baby tears tell tender Thanksgiving turkey There's thine THOMAS HOOD THOMAS KINGO thou hast thought Twas voice Walter Shirlaw watch weary weep wife William Robert Spencer wings woman
Pasajes populares
Página 57 - An honest man's the noblest work of God.' And certes in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind: What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined!
Página 242 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband our life's taper at the close And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Página 57 - 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...
Página 19 - 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...
Página 56 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Página 218 - GENTLE Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child, Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee.
Página 112 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe th' enlivening spirit and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Página 105 - For woman is not undevelopt man, . But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain: his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man...
Página 57 - No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's ev'ry grace, except the heart...
Página 246 - She faded midst Italian flowers — The last of that bright band. And parted thus they rest, who played Beneath the same green tree ; Whose voices mingled as they prayed Around one parent knee...