An Anthology of Mother VerseHoughton Mifflin, 1917 - 194 páginas |
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... Kisses Maternal Grief Alfred Tennyson 18 Josephine Preston Peabody 19 Josephine Preston Peabody 22 Songs for My Mother MOTHERS OF MEN William Wordsworth 24 Anna Hempstead Branch 28 Mother and Poet . Elizabeth Barrett Browning 33 Mother ...
... Kisses Maternal Grief Alfred Tennyson 18 Josephine Preston Peabody 19 Josephine Preston Peabody 22 Songs for My Mother MOTHERS OF MEN William Wordsworth 24 Anna Hempstead Branch 28 Mother and Poet . Elizabeth Barrett Browning 33 Mother ...
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... kiss And heard my harrowing half - spoken name , A little ere the one who bowed above her , Our father and her very constant lover , Rose stoical , and we knew that she was dead . Then I , who could not understand or share His antique ...
... kiss And heard my harrowing half - spoken name , A little ere the one who bowed above her , Our father and her very constant lover , Rose stoical , and we knew that she was dead . Then I , who could not understand or share His antique ...
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... kiss and clear the score ; A gypsy run - the - fields , A little liberal daughter of the earth , Good for what hour of truancy and mirth The careless season yields Hither - side the flood of the year and yonder of the neap ; Then thank ...
... kiss and clear the score ; A gypsy run - the - fields , A little liberal daughter of the earth , Good for what hour of truancy and mirth The careless season yields Hither - side the flood of the year and yonder of the neap ; Then thank ...
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... kiss Beneath those 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 ...
... kiss Beneath those 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 ...
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... kisses swarm . O Rose of being , at whose heart I breathe , Fold over ; hold me fast In the dark Eden of a blinding kiss . And lightning heart's - desire , be still at last ! Heart can no more , Life can no more , Than this . Josephine ...
... kisses swarm . O Rose of being , at whose heart I breathe , Fold over ; hold me fast In the dark Eden of a blinding kiss . And lightning heart's - desire , be still at last ! Heart can no more , Life can no more , Than this . Josephine ...
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ain wife angel arms babe bairnies beautiful bird Blynken breast breath bright brow cheek Christina G cradle cuddle doon dark darling Dollie Radford dream earth Eliza Cook eyes face fair father fear fold gaze gentle gi'e my ain good-night hair hands hath head hear heart heaven holy hush Jane Taylor John Banister Tabb Josiah Gilbert Holland kiss knee lambs light lips Little baby dear little child live look Lord lullaby mamma melodious hills morning nest never night o'er old arm-chair ony wife pain pray prayer pretty purple clover rest Robert Underwood Johnson Roden Noel round Rudyard Kipling shines sing skies sleep smile soft softly song sorrow star sweet taught tears thee There's thine things thou art thy mother voice wadna gi'e weep wife For ony wild William Allingham William Wordsworth wings
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Página 45 - 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 70 - But peaceful was the night, Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Página 121 - 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 70 - 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 46 - 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 48 - 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 169 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament...
Página 48 - 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 73 - 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 45 - 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.