The Poetical Works of Mary Howitt, Eliza Cook, and L.E.L.Phillips, Sampson, & Company, 1854 - 539 páginas |
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... twas time that she must go ; For Marien's duty was not there , Now grief was past , and wo was done ; So , with the rising of the sun , She rose up forth to fare . - " Nay , bide with me , " the woman said , Or , if as thou dost say ...
... twas time that she must go ; For Marien's duty was not there , Now grief was past , and wo was done ; So , with the rising of the sun , She rose up forth to fare . - " Nay , bide with me , " the woman said , Or , if as thou dost say ...
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... Twas joy to see them drawing near The old man as he came ; And this he stroked , and that he called By some familiar name . ' Twas joy unto the little child This pleasant place to see ; " This is my home , ” he said , “ and here Thou ...
... Twas joy to see them drawing near The old man as he came ; And this he stroked , and that he called By some familiar name . ' Twas joy unto the little child This pleasant place to see ; " This is my home , ” he said , “ and here Thou ...
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... Twas a proud city and a rich ; A city fair and old ; Filled with the world's most costly things , - Of precious stones and gold ; Of silks , fine woods , and spiceries ; And all that's bought and sold . Thither came homeless Marien ...
... Twas a proud city and a rich ; A city fair and old ; Filled with the world's most costly things , - Of precious stones and gold ; Of silks , fine woods , and spiceries ; And all that's bought and sold . Thither came homeless Marien ...
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... Twas she that blessed the bread they ate , ' Twas she soothed all their cares ; They knew not that they entertained An angel unawares . With simple hearts that had no guile They of the Saviour heard ; And , weeping tears of joyful faith ...
... Twas she that blessed the bread they ate , ' Twas she soothed all their cares ; They knew not that they entertained An angel unawares . With simple hearts that had no guile They of the Saviour heard ; And , weeping tears of joyful faith ...
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... to the proud , ' twas told , How many of the meaner sort Lived like the saints of old . How holy , blameless , were their lives ; And how poor craftsmen vile , Amid their fellows , tool in hand , The gospel HOWITT'S POEMS . 39.
... to the proud , ' twas told , How many of the meaner sort Lived like the saints of old . How holy , blameless , were their lives ; And how poor craftsmen vile , Amid their fellows , tool in hand , The gospel HOWITT'S POEMS . 39.
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beautiful beneath beside bird blessed blood breast breath bright broken flower brow carrion crow cheek Children of pleasure cried croak dark dead dear death Dobbin doth dwelt earth ELIZA COOK Ellerslie fair fear flowers gentle gold grave grew grief hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven herdsman's hour Hubert Grey Indian knew land laugh light lips little child look Lord Lupins blue Marien Melonian mercy merry MIDSUMMER DAY mother mountain mourn ne'er neath never night o'er Oak-Tree Oh Father Peterel poor prayer red Valerian rest-harrow rich round shalt shining sigh sing smile song sorrow soul spirit stood strong sturdy bay sweet tears tell tempest thee There's thine things thou thought tide Tracy de Vore tree Twas unto vermil voice weary ween weeping wept wild wood words young
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Página 168 - Will you walk into my parlor ? " said the spider to the fly, "'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy. The way into my parlor is up a winding stair, And I have many curious things to show when you are there." " Oh, no, no," said the little fly, " to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair, can ne'er come down again.
Página 169 - Said the cunning spider to the fly : " Dear friend, what can I do To prove the warm affection, I've always felt for you? I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome — will you please to take a slice ? " " Oh, no, no," said the little fly, " kind sir, that cannot be ; I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see.
Página 153 - All dyed with rainbow light, All fashioned with supremest grace Upspringing day and night : — Springing in valleys green and low. And on the mountains high, And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes by...
Página 249 - I've treasured it long as a sainted prize, I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it with sighs; 'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart: Not a tie will break, not a link will start Would ye learn the spell ? a mother sat there, And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair.
Página 169 - Sweet creature," said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf; If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself." "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say, And bidding you good-morning now, I'll call another day.
Página 170 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, -- Thinking only of her brilliant eyes , and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head- -poor foolish thing!
Página 152 - Our outward life requires them not — Then wherefore had they birth? To minister delight to man, To beautify the earth ; To comfort man, to whisper hope, Whene'er his faith is dim, For who so careth for the flowers Will much more care for him.
Página 141 - Tis good to make all duty sweet, To be alert and kind ; 'Tis good like little Mabel, To have a willing mind.
Página 148 - To sail upon the sea. Then sing for the oak-tree, The monarch of the wood ; Sing for the oak-tree, That groweth green and good ; That groweth broad and branching Within the forest shade ; That groweth now, and yet shall grow When we are lowly laid ! Mary Howitt.
Página 301 - ... thousands that bled. Though he threw back the fetters and headed the strife, Till Man's charter was fairly restored ; Yet he prayed for the moment when Freedom and Life Would no longer be pressed by the sword. Oh, his laurels were pure ; and his patriot name In the page of the Future shall dwell, And be seen in all annals, the foremost in fame, By the side of a Hofer and Tell...