The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, 1. köide,lk 1–456H. Holt, 1915 - 3742 pages |
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... Laughter Seven Years Old Creep Afore Ye Gang Castles in the Air Under My Window . Little Bell . The Barefoot Boy The Heritage Letty's Globe . Dove's Nest The Shepherd Boy To a Little Girl A Parental Ode to My Son A New Poet To Laura W ...
... Laughter Seven Years Old Creep Afore Ye Gang Castles in the Air Under My Window . Little Bell . The Barefoot Boy The Heritage Letty's Globe . Dove's Nest The Shepherd Boy To a Little Girl A Parental Ode to My Son A New Poet To Laura W ...
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... laughing face , Two sunny eyes ; Only two cherry lips , One chubby nose ; Only two little hands , Ten little toes ... laughter , and gurgles , and cries 3.
... laughing face , Two sunny eyes ; Only two cherry lips , One chubby nose ; Only two little hands , Ten little toes ... laughter , and gurgles , and cries 3.
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Cooing , and laughter , and gurgles , and cries , Dimples for tenderest kisses , Chaos of hopes , and of raptures , and sighs , Chaos of fears and of blisses . Last year , like all years , the rose and the thorn ; This year a wilderness ...
Cooing , and laughter , and gurgles , and cries , Dimples for tenderest kisses , Chaos of hopes , and of raptures , and sighs , Chaos of fears and of blisses . Last year , like all years , the rose and the thorn ; This year a wilderness ...
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... laugh , and crow ; he'll do As you have done : ( You crown a happy home , though you Are only One . ) But when he's grown shall you be here To share his fun , And talk of times when he ( the Dear ! ) Was hardly One ? Dear Child , ' tis ...
... laugh , and crow ; he'll do As you have done : ( You crown a happy home , though you Are only One . ) But when he's grown shall you be here To share his fun , And talk of times when he ( the Dear ! ) Was hardly One ? Dear Child , ' tis ...
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... laughs and tearful eyes , Lights and shadows swifter born Than on wind - swept Autumn corn , Ever some new tiny notion Making every limb all motion— Catching up of legs and arms , Throwings back and small alarms , Clutching fingers ...
... laughs and tearful eyes , Lights and shadows swifter born Than on wind - swept Autumn corn , Ever some new tiny notion Making every limb all motion— Catching up of legs and arms , Throwings back and small alarms , Clutching fingers ...
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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.