The Poetical Works of Mary Howitt, Eliza. Cook, & L. E. L.Phillips, Sampson, & Company, 1853 - 539 páginas |
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... the world , In quiet thought she lay . The stars were lost in coming morn , The moon was pale and dim , And the golden sun was rising Over the ocean's rim . With upturned eye lay Marien ; " And I am 16 HOWITT'S POEMS .
... the world , In quiet thought she lay . The stars were lost in coming morn , The moon was pale and dim , And the golden sun was rising Over the ocean's rim . With upturned eye lay Marien ; " And I am 16 HOWITT'S POEMS .
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... Pale was she as the marble stone , And steadfast was her eye ; She sat enchained , as in a trance , By her great misery . " What ails thee , mother ? " Marien said , In a gentle voice and sweet ; " What aileth thee , my mother ? " And ...
... Pale was she as the marble stone , And steadfast was her eye ; She sat enchained , as in a trance , By her great misery . " What ails thee , mother ? " Marien said , In a gentle voice and sweet ; " What aileth thee , my mother ? " And ...
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... pale child with a clasped book , And all the while he wept . " Why weep you child , " asked Marien " What troubleth you so sore ? " At these words spoken tenderly , The child wept more and more . " I have not heard , " at length he said ...
... pale child with a clasped book , And all the while he wept . " Why weep you child , " asked Marien " What troubleth you so sore ? " At these words spoken tenderly , The child wept more and more . " I have not heard , " at length he said ...
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... pale child said , " For the organ pealeth over head , And that sweet strain of holy sound Like a heavenly vesture wraps me round , And my heavy heart doth cheer . " So Marien and the little child Into the church they stole ; And many ...
... pale child said , " For the organ pealeth over head , And that sweet strain of holy sound Like a heavenly vesture wraps me round , And my heavy heart doth cheer . " So Marien and the little child Into the church they stole ; And many ...
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... pale , and faint , Do heavy tasks for him ! To him they are but as the stones Beneath his feet that lie : It entereth not his thoughts that they From him claim sympathy . It entereth not his thoughts that God Heareth the sufferer's ...
... pale , and faint , Do heavy tasks for him ! To him they are but as the stones Beneath his feet that lie : It entereth not his thoughts that they From him claim sympathy . It entereth not his thoughts that God Heareth the sufferer's ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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.