The World's Best Poetry ...John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Charles Francis Richardson, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard J.D. Morris, 1904 - English poetry |
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... . " Softly the echo goes around : The father laughs at the tiny girl ; The fair young mother sings the words , While grandmother smooths the golden curl . And stooping above the precious thing , Nestles a kiss ABOUT CHILDREN . 5.
... . " Softly the echo goes around : The father laughs at the tiny girl ; The fair young mother sings the words , While grandmother smooths the golden curl . And stooping above the precious thing , Nestles a kiss ABOUT CHILDREN . 5.
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... laugh your merry note , Be gay and glad , but don't forget From baby's eyes looks out a soul That claims a home in Eden yet . ETHELINDA ELLIOTT BEERS ( Ethel Lynn ) . LAUS INFANTIUM . In praise of little children I will 6 POEMS OF HOME .
... laugh your merry note , Be gay and glad , but don't forget From baby's eyes looks out a soul That claims a home in Eden yet . ETHELINDA ELLIOTT BEERS ( Ethel Lynn ) . LAUS INFANTIUM . In praise of little children I will 6 POEMS OF HOME .
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... beauty in each dewdrop on the grass , - Heaven laughed to find your face so pure and fair , And left , O little child , its reflex there . WILLIAM CANTON . ÉTUDE RÉALISTE . I. A BABY'S feet , like sea ABOUT CHILDREN . 7.
... beauty in each dewdrop on the grass , - Heaven laughed to find your face so pure and fair , And left , O little child , its reflex there . WILLIAM CANTON . ÉTUDE RÉALISTE . I. A BABY'S feet , like sea ABOUT CHILDREN . 7.
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... laughs and lies , And sleep flows out and in , Lies perfect in them Paradise . Their glance might cast out pain and sin , Their speech make dumb the wise , By mute glad godhead felt within A baby's eyes . ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ...
... laughs and lies , And sleep flows out and in , Lies perfect in them Paradise . Their glance might cast out pain and sin , Their speech make dumb the wise , By mute glad godhead felt within A baby's eyes . ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ...
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... SONG . 66 FROM BITTER - SWEET . " ANONYMOUS . WHAT is the little one thinking about ? Very wonderful things , no doubt ; Unwritten history ! Unfathomed mystery ! Yet he laughs and cries , and eats and drinks ABOUT CHILDREN .
... SONG . 66 FROM BITTER - SWEET . " ANONYMOUS . WHAT is the little one thinking about ? Very wonderful things , no doubt ; Unwritten history ! Unfathomed mystery ! Yet he laughs and cries , and eats and drinks ABOUT CHILDREN .
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ain fireside auld auld lang syne baby Baby Bell bairn beauty Bell Ben Bolt birds bless bliss BLISS CARMAN blue Blynken Bouillabaisse breast breath bright BRUTUS Caldon Low CASSIUS child dear delight doth dreams earth EDWARD LEAR eyes face fair fear feel feet flowers frae friendship girl grow hair hand happy head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JEAN INGELOW JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND kiss kittens laugh life's light lips live looks maid mee-ow merry moon morning mother never night o'er play poetry poets ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON rose round shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sweet tears thee There's things thou thought tree twinkle voice weary whisper WILLIAM WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY wind wings wish words young youth
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Page 182 - The time has come,' the Walrus said, ' To talk of many things: Of shoes - and ships - and sealing wax Of cabbages - and kings And why the sea is boiling hot And whether pigs have wings.
Page 382 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
Page 96 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb : ' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
Page 85 - Knowledge never learned of schools, Of the wild bee's morning chase, Of the wild flower's time and place, Flight of fowl and habitude Of the tenants of the wood; How the tortoise bears his shell, How the woodchuck digs his cell, And the ground-mole sinks his well; How the robin feeds her young, How the oriole's nest is hung...
Page 356 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate...
Page 75 - And often after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. " The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay.
Page 74 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
Page 73 - Thus Nature spake — the work was done; — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.
Page 317 - O God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, — How many make the hour full complete ; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year ; How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 267 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start...