Bedside Poetry: A Parents ̕assistant in Moral DisciplineD. Lothrop & Company, 1887 - 143 ˹éÒ |
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... pain the lion stood . Again he seeks the wilds , and day by day Regales his inmate with the parted prey ; Nor he disdains the dole , though unprepared , Spread on the ground , and with a lion shared . But thus to live - still lost ...
... pain the lion stood . Again he seeks the wilds , and day by day Regales his inmate with the parted prey ; Nor he disdains the dole , though unprepared , Spread on the ground , and with a lion shared . But thus to live - still lost ...
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... pains , so foolishly employed . And " Oh , " he cried , " that I had lived content With tribute , small indeed , but kindly meant ! My avarice has expensive proved to me , — Has cost me both my pippins and my tree . " COWPER ( The ...
... pains , so foolishly employed . And " Oh , " he cried , " that I had lived content With tribute , small indeed , but kindly meant ! My avarice has expensive proved to me , — Has cost me both my pippins and my tree . " COWPER ( The ...
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... pain of death.— All Araby and Persia held their breath . All but the brave Mondeer . - He , proud to show How far for love a grateful soul could go , And facing death for very scorn and grief ( For his great heart wanted a great relief ) ...
... pain of death.— All Araby and Persia held their breath . All but the brave Mondeer . - He , proud to show How far for love a grateful soul could go , And facing death for very scorn and grief ( For his great heart wanted a great relief ) ...
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... pain who hears from heaven The angels singing of his sins forgiven , And , wondering , sees His prison opening to their golden keys , He rose a man who laid him down a slave , Shook from his locks the ashes of the grave , And outward ...
... pain who hears from heaven The angels singing of his sins forgiven , And , wondering , sees His prison opening to their golden keys , He rose a man who laid him down a slave , Shook from his locks the ashes of the grave , And outward ...
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... pain , Like a jarred pendulum , retain Only its motion , not its power , - Remember , in that perilous hour , When most afflicted and oppressed , From labor there shall come forth rest . And if a more auspicious fate On thy advancing ...
... pain , Like a jarred pendulum , retain Only its motion , not its power , - Remember , in that perilous hour , When most afflicted and oppressed , From labor there shall come forth rest . And if a more auspicious fate On thy advancing ...
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beauty Beware bird Bitter Gourd Blenheim born brave breath bridge I crost brother CLOUGH COLERIDGE COWPER cried dare dark dear death desert doth dream dust Duty earth EMERSON English evil eyes famous victory fate fatherland fear forever fought God's GOETHE grave gray hand haste hath hear heart heaven heritage hither hold in fee Hope Jaffàr Joy and woe labor land LEIGH HUNT light living Lokman LONGFELLOW lord LOWELL man's son inherit mother Napoleon never night noble o'er Ozymandias pain peace Peschiera pippins poor man's poor man's son rest Rhodora Ring round scorn seems SHAKSPERE shore silent slave smile song sorrow soul sounding spirit stand stood strife submit sweet tarn TENNYSON thee thine things thou art toil true Truth twas twill wave weary WHITTIER wild wild bells wild wheel Wise wish to hold WORDSWORTH youth Yussouf
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˹éÒ 74 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
˹éÒ 42 - But everybody said," quoth he, "that 'twas a famous victory. My father lived at Blenheim then, yon little stream hard by; they burnt his dwelling to the ground, and he was forced to fly: so with his wife and child he fled, nor had he where to rest his head.
˹éÒ 77 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
˹éÒ 68 - Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
˹éÒ 103 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
˹éÒ 124 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
˹éÒ 3 - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel ; And the former called the latter ' Little Prig '. Bun replied, ' You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace 10 To occupy my place.
˹éÒ 49 - Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span ; Oh ! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.
˹éÒ 111 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
˹éÒ 40 - Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found ; He came to ask what he had found, That was so large, and smooth, and round.