The Poetical Works of Mary Howitt, Eliza. Cook, & L. E. L.Phillips, Sampson, & Company, 1853 - 539 páginas |
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... Grave .................. . ..416 Song of the Hunter's Bride . .417 The Violet ..... 419 Love .420 The Soldier's Funeral .. .421 Lines written under the Picture of a Girl burning a Love- Letter .422 The Factory 423 When should Lovers ...
... Grave .................. . ..416 Song of the Hunter's Bride . .417 The Violet ..... 419 Love .420 The Soldier's Funeral .. .421 Lines written under the Picture of a Girl burning a Love- Letter .422 The Factory 423 When should Lovers ...
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... Grave ... 506 ... 508 ... 509 .511 ..514 .516 The Missionary ..517 The Wishing Gate .520 The Shepherd Boy .521 The Woodland Brook .522 The Dancing Girl ..523 Dirge ...... ..524 Scenes in London .525 The Altered River .. 527 The ...
... Grave ... 506 ... 508 ... 509 .511 ..514 .516 The Missionary ..517 The Wishing Gate .520 The Shepherd Boy .521 The Woodland Brook .522 The Dancing Girl ..523 Dirge ...... ..524 Scenes in London .525 The Altered River .. 527 The ...
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... and wealth made known . A coffin of the meanest wood , The little child received ; And o'er that humble , nameless grave , No hooded mourner grieved . Only kind Marien wept such tears , As the dear HOWITT'S POEMS . 69.
... and wealth made known . A coffin of the meanest wood , The little child received ; And o'er that humble , nameless grave , No hooded mourner grieved . Only kind Marien wept such tears , As the dear HOWITT'S POEMS . 69.
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... grave Alone seems holy ground . " And then he told of Marien , And how she there had wept Over the child , that ' neath the mould , In dreamless quiet slept . " A little , friendless pauper child , She lieth here , " said he ; " Yet not ...
... grave Alone seems holy ground . " And then he told of Marien , And how she there had wept Over the child , that ' neath the mould , In dreamless quiet slept . " A little , friendless pauper child , She lieth here , " said he ; " Yet not ...
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... grave - clothes , behold them · The spices ; the bier ; The napkin that bound him ; But he is not here ! Death could not hold him ; The grave is a prison That keeps not the living ; The Christ has arisen ! HYMN III . THE LORD JESUS ...
... grave - clothes , behold them · The spices ; the bier ; The napkin that bound him ; But he is not here ! Death could not hold him ; The grave is a prison That keeps not the living ; The Christ has arisen ! HYMN III . THE LORD JESUS ...
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amid art thou beautiful beneath bird blessed blood breast breath bright broken flower brow burning carrion crow cheek child cold croak dark dead dear death dream dwell earth Ellerslie fair fair isle fairy faith faithless fear flowers gallant band gentle gold grave green grew grief hand hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour KNIGHT OF MALTA land laugh light lips lonely look lute Marien morning mother mournful ne'er neath never night o'er Oh Father pale Peterel poor pray prayer rich rill rose round shade shadows fall shalt shine sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star stood strong summer sweet tears tell tempest thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought thy dreams tone tree Twas unto voice waves weary ween weep wild wind words young youth
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Página 123 - 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 ! Mary Howitt.
Página 138 - Will you walk into my parlor ? " said the spider to the fly, "'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.
Página 139 - 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 140 - At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den Within his little parlor — but she ne'er came out again! And now, dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed; Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye, And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
Página 233 - 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 349 - And ere he turned a people's foe, he sought to be a friend. He strove to keep his country's right by reason's gentle word, And sighed when fell injustice threw the challenge, sword to sword. He stood the firm, the calm, the wise — the patriot and sage ; He showed no deep avenging hate, no burst of despot rage. He stood for liberty and truth, and dauntlessly |led on, Till shouts of victory gave forth the name .of Washington.
Página 140 - 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 139 - 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 233 - She told me that shame would never betide With Truth for my creed and God for my guide ; She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer, As I knelt beside that old arm-chair.
Página 111 - Tis good to make all duty sweet, To be alert and kind ; 'Tis good like little Mabel, To have a willing mind.