The Poetical Works of Mary Howitt, Eliza Cook, and L.E.L.Phillips, Sampson, & Company, 1854 - 539 páginas |
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... .. Death and the Youth ........ ............... ..... ... 511 .514 ..516 ... 517 .... 520 .521 ... .522 ..523 ..524 .525 .527 ... ..529 .532 ... 534 ..536 .... 537 .... ..539 POETICAL WORKS MARY HOWITT . A NEW EDITION ...
... .. Death and the Youth ........ ............... ..... ... 511 .514 ..516 ... 517 .... 520 .521 ... .522 ..523 ..524 .525 .527 ... ..529 .532 ... 534 ..536 .... 537 .... ..539 POETICAL WORKS MARY HOWITT . A NEW EDITION ...
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... for him The night that he was born . How blessed angels came from heaven To hail the Christmas night , And shepherd people with their flocks Beheld the glorious sight . Then read she how , a growing youth , His HOWIT'S POEMS . 27.
... for him The night that he was born . How blessed angels came from heaven To hail the Christmas night , And shepherd people with their flocks Beheld the glorious sight . Then read she how , a growing youth , His HOWIT'S POEMS . 27.
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Mary Botham Howitt. Then read she how , a growing youth , His parents he obeyed , And served , with unrepining will , St. Joseph at his trade . Then how he grew to man's estate , And wandered up and down , Preaching upon the lone sea ...
Mary Botham Howitt. Then read she how , a growing youth , His parents he obeyed , And served , with unrepining will , St. Joseph at his trade . Then how he grew to man's estate , And wandered up and down , Preaching upon the lone sea ...
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... youth Doth to my soul return . " I think upon my early days , Like unto days of heaven ; And I , that have not wept for years , Even as a child , shed ceaseless tears , And pray to be forgiven ! " " Blessed be God ! " said Marien , And ...
... youth Doth to my soul return . " I think upon my early days , Like unto days of heaven ; And I , that have not wept for years , Even as a child , shed ceaseless tears , And pray to be forgiven ! " " Blessed be God ! " said Marien , And ...
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... youth ; And he who was so frail In suffering , ' gainst the tempter's might Was feeble to prevail . He was their easy prey ; their tool ; And bravely clothed and fed ; In desperate scenes , ' mid desperate men , A lawless life he led ...
... youth ; And he who was so frail In suffering , ' gainst the tempter's might Was feeble to prevail . He was their easy prey ; their tool ; And bravely clothed and fed ; In desperate scenes , ' mid desperate men , A lawless life he led ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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...