The cycle of life, poems1871 |
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... Summer ( That you call so warm and sweet ) Fevered the poor Orphan , dwelling In the crowded alley's heat . " One bright day , with feeble footsteps Slowly forth he dared to crawl , Through the crowded city's pathways , Till he reached ...
... Summer ( That you call so warm and sweet ) Fevered the poor Orphan , dwelling In the crowded alley's heat . " One bright day , with feeble footsteps Slowly forth he dared to crawl , Through the crowded city's pathways , Till he reached ...
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... summer night . " Day dawned , yet the visions lasted ; All too weak to rise he lay ; Did he dream that none spake harshly ? - All were strangely kind that day ; And he thought his treasured roses Must have charmed all ills away . " And ...
... summer night . " Day dawned , yet the visions lasted ; All too weak to rise he lay ; Did he dream that none spake harshly ? - All were strangely kind that day ; And he thought his treasured roses Must have charmed all ills away . " And ...
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... summer dry , Together round her grave we played , My brother John and I. " And when the ground was white with snow , And I could run and slide , My brother John was forced to go ; And he lies by her side . " " How many are you , then ...
... summer dry , Together round her grave we played , My brother John and I. " And when the ground was white with snow , And I could run and slide , My brother John was forced to go ; And he lies by her side . " " How many are you , then ...
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... Summer comes , with flower and bee- Where is my brother gone ? " The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight- Oh ! call my brother back ! " The flowers run wild - the flowers we sow'd ...
... Summer comes , with flower and bee- Where is my brother gone ? " The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight- Oh ! call my brother back ! " The flowers run wild - the flowers we sow'd ...
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... summer hours , Will he not come again ? " And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er ? Oh ! while my brother with me play'd , Would I had loved him more ! " MRS . HEMANS . K PLOUGHING . 33 PLOUGHING . FLED now the ...
... summer hours , Will he not come again ? " And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er ? Oh ! while my brother with me play'd , Would I had loved him more ! " MRS . HEMANS . K PLOUGHING . 33 PLOUGHING . FLED now the ...
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arms beautiful beneath bird blue breast breath bright cheerful child clouds cold comes dark dead death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair Father feeling feet fields flow flowers forest gentle give glad gleam golden grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven heritage hold holy hour land leaves life's light living look man's meet mountain murmur Nature never night o'er pain pass peace play poor rest rich river round scene seems shade shadow side silent skies smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spirit springs stand stars steps stood stream summer sweet tears tell tender thee things thou thought toil trees vale voice Wandering watched weary whisper wide wild winds wings wish woods young youth
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Página 58 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Página 154 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Página 27 - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Página 167 - 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...
Página 26 - 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." She answered, "Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea; "Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Página 64 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Página 14 - HOUR. BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.
Página 82 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill...
Página 75 - THE stately homes of England ! How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land ! The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Página 21 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.