"Mother" in Verse and Prose: A Book of RemembranceRobert Haven Schauffler Moffat, Yard, 1916 - 343 pagini |
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A Book of Remembrance Robert Haven Schauffler. HARVARD UNIVERSITY LIBRARY Copyright , 1915-1916 , by MOFFAT , YARD & COMPANY NEW YORK IN MEMORY OF HANNAH SEELY RICE MY MOTHER Worthington , Lit 2115.106.
A Book of Remembrance Robert Haven Schauffler. HARVARD UNIVERSITY LIBRARY Copyright , 1915-1916 , by MOFFAT , YARD & COMPANY NEW YORK IN MEMORY OF HANNAH SEELY RICE MY MOTHER Worthington , Lit 2115.106.
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A Book of Remembrance Robert Haven Schauffler. IN MEMORY OF HANNAH SEELY RICE MY MOTHER Worthington , Mass . S. T. R. THE MOTHER'S HOUR turn back That sweet communion - hour.
A Book of Remembrance Robert Haven Schauffler. IN MEMORY OF HANNAH SEELY RICE MY MOTHER Worthington , Mass . S. T. R. THE MOTHER'S HOUR turn back That sweet communion - hour.
Pagina 19
... memories of my mother , to the divine blending , maternity , To her buried and gone , yet buried not , gone not from me , ( I see again the calm benignant face fresh and beau- tiful still , I sit by the form in the coffin , I kiss and ...
... memories of my mother , to the divine blending , maternity , To her buried and gone , yet buried not , gone not from me , ( I see again the calm benignant face fresh and beau- tiful still , I sit by the form in the coffin , I kiss and ...
Pagina 46
... memory Ham- let so passionately revered and loved , is the source of the heavy cloud that rests upon the soul of the Prince of Denmark , inhibiting his will , and deranging his in- tellect . For modern literature contains no more beau ...
... memory Ham- let so passionately revered and loved , is the source of the heavy cloud that rests upon the soul of the Prince of Denmark , inhibiting his will , and deranging his in- tellect . For modern literature contains no more beau ...
Pagina 63
... patiently she bore . The past years brought their harvest rich and fair ; While memory and love , Together , fondly wove A golden garland for the silver hair . How could we mourn like those who are bereft , MOTHERHOOD 63.
... patiently she bore . The past years brought their harvest rich and fair ; While memory and love , Together , fondly wove A golden garland for the silver hair . How could we mourn like those who are bereft , MOTHERHOOD 63.
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Admetus Andromache baby beautiful bird blessed breast breath brothers brow cheek child CHRISTINA G Clytemnestra cold Coriolanus dank and lone dark darling daughter dead dear death dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EUGENE FIELD Euripides eyes face fair father flowers fond Frances Willard gentle girl give grief hand happy hear heard heaven holy hope hour husband infant JEAN INGELOW kiss knew light lips living look MARY FRANCES BUTTS maternal Mother o'mine mother's heart mother's love motherhood nest never night Niobe numbers o'er pain PHOEBE CARY play prayer RABINDRANATH TAGORE rest rice-swamps dank ROBERT BRIDGES ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER rock shine sing sleep smile sold and gone song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tender thee thine things thou thought touch Valentine voice W. D. HOWELLS watch weep woman women words young youth
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Pagina 18 - Now, when he came nigh to the gate of the city, behold, there was a dead man carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow ; and much people of the city was with her.
Pagina 241 - It was.— Where thou art gone, Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown: May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Pagina 241 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! It answers — Yes. 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 I But was it such ? — It was.
Pagina 61 - Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
Pagina 18 - And when she could not longer hide him, she took for him an ark of bulrushes, and daubed it with slime and with pitch, and put the child therein ; and she laid it in the flags by the river's brink.
Pagina 238 - 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!
Pagina 21 - All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother — blessings on her memory!
Pagina 114 - Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night!
Pagina 352 - ... the welfare of such child to remain at home, the court may enter an order finding such facts and fixing the amount of money necessary to enable the parent or parents to properly care for such child, and thereupon it shall be the duty of the County Board, through its County Agent or otherwise, to pay to such parent or parents, at such times as said order may designate, the amount so specified for the care of such dependent or neglected child until the further order of the court.
Pagina 17 - Then the king answered and said, Give her the living child, and in no wise slay it: she is the mother thereof.