Childhood, a selection from the poets, by H.M.R.1841 - 80 pages |
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... soul and sense , Awoke by infant innocence ! Though dear the forms by fancy wove , We love them with a transient love ; Thoughts from the living world intrude Even on her deepest solitude : But , lovely child ! thy magic stole At once ...
... soul and sense , Awoke by infant innocence ! Though dear the forms by fancy wove , We love them with a transient love ; Thoughts from the living world intrude Even on her deepest solitude : But , lovely child ! thy magic stole At once ...
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... soul , With feelings as thy beauty fair , And left no other vision there . To me thy parents are unknown ; Glad ... souls have stirred When thy first broken words were heard , Words that , inspired by heaven , expressed The transports ...
... soul , With feelings as thy beauty fair , And left no other vision there . To me thy parents are unknown ; Glad ... souls have stirred When thy first broken words were heard , Words that , inspired by heaven , expressed The transports ...
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... soul appears To play from thoughts above thy years . Thou smil'st as if thy soul were soaring To heaven , and heaven's God adoring ! And who can tell what visions high May bless an infant's sleeping eye ? What brighter throne can ...
... soul appears To play from thoughts above thy years . Thou smil'st as if thy soul were soaring To heaven , and heaven's God adoring ! And who can tell what visions high May bless an infant's sleeping eye ? What brighter throne can ...
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... soul thy soul partake- What grief , if thou shouldst now awake ! With infants happy as thyself I see thee bound , a playful elf ; I see thou art a darling child Among thy playmates , bold and wild . They love thee well : thou art the ...
... soul thy soul partake- What grief , if thou shouldst now awake ! With infants happy as thyself I see thee bound , a playful elf ; I see thou art a darling child Among thy playmates , bold and wild . They love thee well : thou art the ...
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... soul . Yet sometimes sudden sights of grace , Such as the gladness of thy face , O sinless babe ! by God are given To charm the wanderer back to heaven . No common impulse hath me led To this green spot , thy quiet bed , Where , by mere ...
... soul . Yet sometimes sudden sights of grace , Such as the gladness of thy face , O sinless babe ! by God are given To charm the wanderer back to heaven . No common impulse hath me led To this green spot , thy quiet bed , Where , by mere ...
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angel arms art thou babe BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON beneath BERNARD BARTON blessed blest bliss bosom breast breath bright brow calm cheek cherub child childhood dark dear death deep delight doth dreams E'en earth eyes face fade fair father fear feel flowers fond forest lea gaze gentle glad grave grief guardian band hand happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath head hear heart heaven heavenly HEMANS holy hope hopes and fears hour infant innocence JOANNA BAILLIE kiss knee laughing light lips lisping look MARY HOWITT meek mirth morn mother murmur N. P. WILLIS night o'er thy pain peace pray prayer pure rest rose rosy round sighs silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star sunny brow sweet SWEET child tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thou wert thought thy mother's unto voice watch weep wild wings
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Page 357 - Thou whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,— Mighty prophet! seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Page 356 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Page 357 - The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies.
Page 354 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep. And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Page 355 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Page 259 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days. The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Page 339 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Page 359 - Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
Page 279 - Say, father, say If yet my task is done!' He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. 'Speak, father!' once again he cried, 'If I may yet be gone!
Page 309 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.