Wayside WarblesSimpkin, Marshall, 1870 - 384 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
bard beauty BIDEFORD bird blessed blithe and bonny bloom blossoms Bonnie Maggie Ilton bonny Janie bright brooklet CAPERN cheek cloud CLOVELLY cottage courting Nanny CRYING THE NECK cuckoo comes daisies darling dear delight Devon DEVONIAN DEVONSHIRE ditty divine dream e'er EDGBASTON eyes fair flower FREDERICK ROCK gleam glory golden grave green happy Harborne Hark hath hear heart heaven HOLBECK Jamie Jockie kiss labour lark lassie let them fight light lily little young thing Love's maid maiden melody Merrily MERRY MAIDS minstrel morn Nature's night o'er old lass pleasant poor pretty rich rills ring robin sigh silent sing skies smile SONG sorrow soul spring stars summer sunny sweet sweetest sweetly young thing tears thee There's thine thou thought thrush tongue TORRIDGE tree Twas unto WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR warble wee and sweetly ween weep West Countree willow wind wing wooing
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Página 270 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Página 334 - Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells: In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is: and hence for me, In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground; Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be) Who have felt the weight of too much liberty, Should find brief solace there, as I have found.
Página 360 - This visible nature, and this common world, Is all too narrow: yea, a deeper import Lurks in the legend told my infant years Than lies upon that truth, we live to learn.
Página xiv - Lo, the lilies of the field, How their leaves instruction yield ! Hark to nature's lesson given By the blessed birds of Heaven. Every bush and tufted tree Warbles sweet philosophy ; ' Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow : God provideth for the morrow.
Página 273 - The Robin is Weeping. The robin is weeping, my baby dear; Woe, sweet baby, woe to me ! Mine eye is dim with the swelling tear : My heart is big with a new-born fear Lest the little bird weeps for thee. Weet, weet, weet, the robin is weeping. Weary, oh! weary the day-time wore; Wearily wears the night for me. Now the house-dog howls outside the door ; Again he howls and my heart is sore, "Tis a death-howl, babe, for thee Weet, weet, weet, the robin is weeping. The robin is weeping upon the wall, And...
Página 52 - ... work of duty. Be satisfied that thou art right, And that thy deed will bear the light, Then execute it with thy might, For that will be thy duty. In nature's boundless universe, Thou wilt not see that dreadful curse, An atom to its work averse, An idler shirking duty. The planets as they roll on high, The river as it rusheth by, For ever and for ever cry,
Página 14 - Nature must have been a support and consolatton. lie died in 1888.J I would the world could see thee as I behold thee, May, With eyes like sapphires gleaming through the orchards by the way ; With the campion and the crowfoot on thy datay-jewell'd vest, And a wreath of apple-blossoms dropping down upon thy breast.
Página 274 - Tis a death-howl, babe, for thee Weet, weet, weet, the robin is weeping. The robin is weeping upon the wall, And a tiny new-made grave I see. The sexton has been with a little black pall; Four maidens in white-fair, sad and tall — Are bearing it tenderly. Weet, weet, weet, the robin is weeping. The robin is now on the garden gate; The mother is weeping „woe is me!