"Mother" in Verse and Prose: A Book of RemembranceRobert Haven Schauffler Moffat, Yard, 1916 - 343 pagini |
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Pagina 61
... stars And blush not at their burning ? One - one only Lit while your pulses by one heart kept time , And fed with faithful fondness to your grave— ( Tho ' sometimes with a hand stretch'd back from heaven ) , Steadfast through all things ...
... stars And blush not at their burning ? One - one only Lit while your pulses by one heart kept time , And fed with faithful fondness to your grave— ( Tho ' sometimes with a hand stretch'd back from heaven ) , Steadfast through all things ...
Pagina 81
... stars shall sing in my stead A song which our dreaming shall soften . So Mother - my - Love , let me take your dear hand , And away through the starlight we'll wander- Away through the mist to the beautiful land- The Dreamland that's ...
... stars shall sing in my stead A song which our dreaming shall soften . So Mother - my - Love , let me take your dear hand , And away through the starlight we'll wander- Away through the mist to the beautiful land- The Dreamland that's ...
Pagina 82
... stars , " Sleep , mother , sleep . " On the straying moonbeams I shall steal over your bed , and lie upon your bosom while you sleep . I shall become a dream , and through the little open- ing of your eyelids I shall slip into the ...
... stars , " Sleep , mother , sleep . " On the straying moonbeams I shall steal over your bed , and lie upon your bosom while you sleep . I shall become a dream , and through the little open- ing of your eyelids I shall slip into the ...
Pagina 106
... stars and birds , But made not anything at all So beautiful as words . They shine around our simple earth With golden shadowings , And every common thing they touch Is exquisite with wings . There's nothing poor and nothing small But is ...
... stars and birds , But made not anything at all So beautiful as words . They shine around our simple earth With golden shadowings , And every common thing they touch Is exquisite with wings . There's nothing poor and nothing small But is ...
Pagina 120
... stars he found before- As turns the maiden off her token As counts the miser o'er his gold- So , till life's " silver cord is broken . " Would I of thy Fond love be told.- My heart is full - mine eyes are wet- Dear mother ! dost thou ...
... stars he found before- As turns the maiden off her token As counts the miser o'er his gold- So , till life's " silver cord is broken . " Would I of thy Fond love be told.- My heart is full - mine eyes are wet- Dear mother ! dost thou ...
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.