An Anthology of Mother VerseHoughton Mifflin, 1917 - 194 páginas |
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... feet Grew slacker , and his note more slow , But more than doubly sweet . He led me then a little way Athwart the barren moor , And then he stayed and bade me stay Beside a cottage door ; I could have stayed of 5 The Young Mother Edmund ...
... feet Grew slacker , and his note more slow , But more than doubly sweet . He led me then a little way Athwart the barren moor , And then he stayed and bade me stay Beside a cottage door ; I could have stayed of 5 The Young Mother Edmund ...
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... feet have come , Lay not on me these intolerable Looks of rejoicing love , of pride , of happy trust ! Nothing dismayed ? By all I say and all I hint not made Afraid ? O then , stay by me ! Let These eyes afflict me , cleanse me , keep ...
... feet have come , Lay not on me these intolerable Looks of rejoicing love , of pride , of happy trust ! Nothing dismayed ? By all I say and all I hint not made Afraid ? O then , stay by me ! Let These eyes afflict me , cleanse me , keep ...
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... , yes , Here in your silverness Her two blithe feet , - O Brook of mine , how shall your heart be troubled ! The heart , the bright unmothering heart of you , That never knew , - ( O never , more than mine of long ago 20 To Mother.
... , yes , Here in your silverness Her two blithe feet , - O Brook of mine , how shall your heart be troubled ! The heart , the bright unmothering heart of you , That never knew , - ( O never , more than mine of long ago 20 To Mother.
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... feet Unpityingly sweet ? - - Sweet beyond all the blurred blind dreams that grope The upward paths of hope ? And who could guess The dulcet holiness , The lilt and gladness of those jocund feet , Unpityingly sweet ? Ah , for your ...
... feet Unpityingly sweet ? - - Sweet beyond all the blurred blind dreams that grope The upward paths of hope ? And who could guess The dulcet holiness , The lilt and gladness of those jocund feet , Unpityingly sweet ? Ah , for your ...
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... feet . You that must ever pass , - You of the same wild way , - The silver - bright good - bye without a look ! — You that would never stay , For the beseeching grass Brook ! - Josephine Preston Peabody CHILDREN'S KISSES So ; it is ...
... feet . You that must ever pass , - You of the same wild way , - The silver - bright good - bye without a look ! — You that would never stay , For the beseeching grass Brook ! - Josephine Preston Peabody CHILDREN'S KISSES So ; it is ...
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ain wife angel arms Auld Daddy Darkness babe Baby-Land bairnies beautiful bird Blynken breast breath bright brow cheek Christina G cradle cuddle doon darling dream earth Eugene Field eyes face fair Father fear feet fold gaze gentle gi'e my ain grief hair hands hath head hear heart heaven holy hush Jane Taylor John Banister Tabb Josiah Gilbert Holland kiss knee lambs LENOX TILDEN light lips Little baby dear Lord lullaby mamma melodious hills morning nest never night o'er old arm-chair ony wife pray prayer pretty purple clover rest Robert Underwood Johnson Roden Noel round Rudyard Kipling shines sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow star sweet tears thee There's thine things thou art thy mother voice wadna gi'e weep wife For ony William Allingham William Wordsworth wings woman Wynken YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Página 43 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, ' Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Página 68 - But peaceful was the night, Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Página 119 - And, sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her lap and kissed me, And. pointing to the east, began to say: "Look on the rising sun: there God does live, And gives his light, and gives his heat away; And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday. "And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love; And these black bodies and this sunburnt face Are but a cloud and like a shady grove.
Página 68 - But He, her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace : She, crown'd with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere, His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing ; And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.
Página 44 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Página 46 - Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore, " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,"* And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Página 167 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament...
Página 46 - When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, 75 The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile), Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Página 72 - The oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.
Página 43 - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here! Who bidst me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly as the precept were her own: And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.