The Poetical Works of Mary Howitt, Eliza. Cook, & L. E. L.Phillips, Sampson, & Company, 1853 - 539 páginas |
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... tell them of sweet Marien , how she went Over the dreary world from day to day , On Christian works of love , like thee , intent . Tell them of Him who framed the sea , the sky ; The glorious earth and all that dwell therein ; And of ...
... tell them of sweet Marien , how she went Over the dreary world from day to day , On Christian works of love , like thee , intent . Tell them of Him who framed the sea , the sky ; The glorious earth and all that dwell therein ; And of ...
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... tell The history of this little child , And what to her befell . No friend at all had Marien , And at the break of day , In a lonesome place within the world , In quiet thought she lay . The stars were lost in coming morn , The moon was ...
... tell The history of this little child , And what to her befell . No friend at all had Marien , And at the break of day , In a lonesome place within the world , In quiet thought she lay . The stars were lost in coming morn , The moon was ...
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... tell him how Through her God's power had wrought ; And him from peril , nigh to death , Thus wondrously had brought , She told him how holy Daniel's faith The caged beasts disarmed ; How the three righteous children walked Through ...
... tell him how Through her God's power had wrought ; And him from peril , nigh to death , Thus wondrously had brought , She told him how holy Daniel's faith The caged beasts disarmed ; How the three righteous children walked Through ...
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... tell his fate ; And the young sister at the loom Sate drooping , desolate . She mourned not for her parents dead , Nor for the breezy shore : And now the weary , jangling loom Distracted her no more . Like one that worketh in a dream ...
... tell his fate ; And the young sister at the loom Sate drooping , desolate . She mourned not for her parents dead , Nor for the breezy shore : And now the weary , jangling loom Distracted her no more . Like one that worketh in a dream ...
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... tell What He for thee hath done ! " Down to the shore the thousands came , A joyous , peaceful host , To welcome Marien back , whom they Had sorrowed for as lost . " And welcome to thee , little child ! ” They sang forth sweet and clear ...
... tell What He for thee hath done ! " Down to the shore the thousands came , A joyous , peaceful host , To welcome Marien back , whom they Had sorrowed for as lost . " And welcome to thee , little child ! ” They sang forth sweet and clear ...
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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.