Child life, poems, ed. by J.G. Whittier1874 |
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... - glory's cup ; We never thought to see her droop Her fair and noble head , Till she lay stretched before our eyes , Wilted , and cold , and dead ! The morning - glory's blossoming Will soon be coming round INFANCY . 23.
... - glory's cup ; We never thought to see her droop Her fair and noble head , Till she lay stretched before our eyes , Wilted , and cold , and dead ! The morning - glory's blossoming Will soon be coming round INFANCY . 23.
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Child life John Greenleaf Whittier. The morning - glory's blossoming Will soon be coming round ; We see their rows of heart - shaped leaves Upspringing from the ground . The tender things the winter killed Renew again their birth ; But ...
Child life John Greenleaf Whittier. The morning - glory's blossoming Will soon be coming round ; We see their rows of heart - shaped leaves Upspringing from the ground . The tender things the winter killed Renew again their birth ; But ...
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... soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride , Lose the freedom of the sod , Like a colt's for work be shod , Made to tread the mills of toil , Up and down in ceaseless moil : Happy if their track be found Never on forbidden ...
... soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride , Lose the freedom of the sod , Like a colt's for work be shod , Made to tread the mills of toil , Up and down in ceaseless moil : Happy if their track be found Never on forbidden ...
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... soon be forgiven , And shine again in your place . O velvet bee , you're a dusty fellow ; You've powdered your legs with gold ! O brave marshmary buds , rich and yellow , Give me your money to hold ! O columbine , open your folded ...
... soon be forgiven , And shine again in your place . O velvet bee , you're a dusty fellow ; You've powdered your legs with gold ! O brave marshmary buds , rich and yellow , Give me your money to hold ! O columbine , open your folded ...
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... soon begin To warble music , rich and low , And paint what eyes could never see : My thoughts are company for me . " What does it mean to be alone ? And how is any one afraid , Who feels the dear God on His throne - Beaming like ...
... soon begin To warble music , rich and low , And paint what eyes could never see : My thoughts are company for me . " What does it mean to be alone ? And how is any one afraid , Who feels the dear God on His throne - Beaming like ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alice Cary angel Babie Bell beautiful blessed blossoms blue Bob-o'-link bright bright eyes brown brown thrush Celia Thaxter chee cheek child comes cried Daisies Dandelion dear eyes face fair fairies fast father feet flowers gates Gilpin gray green guilders hair hand happy head hear heard heart heaven John Gilpin kiss Lady Moon laugh light little bird little Dandelion little Hiawatha little maid Little white Lily Lived look Lucy Larcom Mary Howitt meadow merry minute mix minutes bake mooly cow morning mother nest never night Nokomis o'er pipe Piper play pray pretty Quoth rose round sandpiper shine sing sits sleep smile snow soft song sorrow Spink sweet T. B. Aldrich tell thee There's things Thomas Hood thou thought to-day to-whit tree violets wild William Allingham William Motherwell wind wings wonder wood
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Página 158 - ... I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I...
Página 227 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton, All in a chaise and pair. 'My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Página 91 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Página 232 - Said Gilpin — So am I! But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there; For why? his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin, out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Página 125 - Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; Sing thy songs of happy cheer!" So I sang the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. "Piper, sit thee down and write In a book, that all may read.
Página 137 - Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St.
Página 29 - For my sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night, Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall; Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond Mine the walnut slopes beyond, Mine, on bending orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides!
Página 90 - HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove ! Thou messenger of Spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. Soon as the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear. Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers.
Página 127 - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men ; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together ; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather...
Página 163 - STILL sits the school-house by the road, A ragged beggar sunning ; Around it still the sumachs grow, And blackberry- vines are running. Within, the master's desk is seen, Deep scarred by raps official ; The warping floor, the battered seats, The jack-knife's carved initial ; The charcoal...