The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, 1. köide,lk 1–456H. Holt, 1915 - 3742 pages |
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... Feet The Babie .. Little Hands Bartholomew The Storm - child " On Parent Knees ' " Philip , My King " • The King of the Cradle . The Firstborn • No Baby in the House Our Wee White Rose . Into the World and Out . Baby Sleeps . Baby Bell ...
... Feet The Babie .. Little Hands Bartholomew The Storm - child " On Parent Knees ' " Philip , My King " • The King of the Cradle . The Firstborn • No Baby in the House Our Wee White Rose . Into the World and Out . Baby Sleeps . Baby Bell ...
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... Feet , where did you come , you darling things ? From the same box as the cherubs ' wings . How did they all just come to be you ? God thought about me , and so I grew . But how did you come to us , you dear ? God thought about you ...
... Feet , where did you come , you darling things ? From the same box as the cherubs ' wings . How did they all just come to be you ? God thought about me , and so I grew . But how did you come to us , you dear ? God thought about you ...
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... feet whose each toe works , Kickings up and straining risings , Mother's ever new surprisings , Hands all wants and looks all wonder At all things the heavens under , Tiny scorns of smiled reprovings That have more of love than lovings ...
... feet whose each toe works , Kickings up and straining risings , Mother's ever new surprisings , Hands all wants and looks all wonder At all things the heavens under , Tiny scorns of smiled reprovings That have more of love than lovings ...
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... feet , O so helpless ! O so sweet ! Tiny tongue that cannot talk , Tiny feet that cannot walk , Nothing of you that can do Aught , except those eyes of blue . How they open , how they close ! - Eyelids of the baby - rose . Open and shut ...
... feet , O so helpless ! O so sweet ! Tiny tongue that cannot talk , Tiny feet that cannot walk , Nothing of you that can do Aught , except those eyes of blue . How they open , how they close ! - Eyelids of the baby - rose . Open and shut ...
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... feet , like seashells pink , Might tempt , should heaven see meet , An angel's lips to kiss , we think , - A baby's feet . Like rose - hued sea - flowers toward the heat They stretch and spread and wink Their ten soft buds that part and ...
... feet , like seashells pink , Might tempt , should heaven see meet , An angel's lips to kiss , we think , - A baby's feet . Like rose - hued sea - flowers toward the heat They stretch and spread and wink Their ten soft buds that part and ...
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Alfred Tennyson angels babe Baby Bell bairn beauty Bell Ben Bolt bird bless blue Blynken breast bright Charlie's sake child Cock Robin cold cried dark dear door doth dream earth eyes face fair fairy fear feet flower George Gordon Byron girl glad gray green hair hand happy Hartley Coleridge hath head hear heard heart heaven James Russell Lowell kiss lambs laugh light live look Lord lullaby maid merry moon morning mother Nathaniel Parker Willis never night o'er play poems poor pray pretty Raggedy Robert Louis Stevenson Robin rose round shining sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul stars tears tell thee things Thomas Hood thought tree Walter Savage Landor weary weep William William Blake William Wordsworth wind wings wonder young youth
Popular passages
Page 206 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Page 369 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 357 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 439 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 319 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 304 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Page 79 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Page 218 - Nature that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat, the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.
Page 425 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember...
Page 217 - Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.