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And when its roses bloom , I shall be gone away - my short life done ; But will you
not bestow a single one Upon my tomb ? “ Now , mother ! sing that tune You sang
last night , I ' m weary and must sleep ! Who was it call ' d my name ? Nay , do ...
And when its roses bloom , I shall be gone away - my short life done ; But will you
not bestow a single one Upon my tomb ? “ Now , mother ! sing that tune You sang
last night , I ' m weary and must sleep ! Who was it call ' d my name ? Nay , do ...
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... on the flowering tree ; Merry hums the bee as it flitteth swiftly by , And , O !
merry sings the child on its mother ' s knee . Brightly shine the stars in the blue
and moon - lit sky , Bright bloom the flowers o ' er the meadow and the lea ; Bright
the ...
... on the flowering tree ; Merry hums the bee as it flitteth swiftly by , And , O !
merry sings the child on its mother ' s knee . Brightly shine the stars in the blue
and moon - lit sky , Bright bloom the flowers o ' er the meadow and the lea ; Bright
the ...
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ABOU BEN ADHEM ( may his tribe increase ) Awoke one night from a deep
dream of peace , And saw , within the moonlight in his room , Making it rich , and
like a lily in bloom , An angel writing in a book of gold :Exceeding peace had
made ...
ABOU BEN ADHEM ( may his tribe increase ) Awoke one night from a deep
dream of peace , And saw , within the moonlight in his room , Making it rich , and
like a lily in bloom , An angel writing in a book of gold :Exceeding peace had
made ...
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Soon as the pea puts on the bloom , Thou fliest the vocal vale ; An annual guest
in other lands , Another Spring to hail . Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green , Thy
sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song , No Winter in thy year !
Soon as the pea puts on the bloom , Thou fliest the vocal vale ; An annual guest
in other lands , Another Spring to hail . Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green , Thy
sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song , No Winter in thy year !
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ON FINDING ONE IN BLOOM ON CHRISTMAS DAY . THERE is a flower , a little
flower , With silver crest and golden eye , That welcomes every changing hour ,
And weathers every sky . The prouder beauties of the field In gay but quick ...
ON FINDING ONE IN BLOOM ON CHRISTMAS DAY . THERE is a flower , a little
flower , With silver crest and golden eye , That welcomes every changing hour ,
And weathers every sky . The prouder beauties of the field In gay but quick ...
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Page 37 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep,...
Page 109 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Page 165 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 108 - But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Page 8 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Page 178 - I hang like a roof, — The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist Earth was laughing below.
Page 89 - That crazed that bold and lovely knight, And that he crossed the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night ; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, — There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright...
Page 140 - ... own ladles, split open the kegs of salted sprats, made nests inside men's Sunday hats, and even spoiled the women's chats, by drowning their speaking -with shrieking and squeaking in fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body to the Town Hall came flocking: "'Tis clear...
Page 71 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold — Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? " " Not there, not there, my child...
Page 53 - And I should dine at Ware." So turning to his horse, he said, " I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine." Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear ; For while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear. Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before.
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| Title | Poetry for School and Home, from the best authors. Edited by T. Shorter |
| Author | Thomas Shorter |
| Editor | Thomas Shorter |
| Published | 1861 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 26 Sep 2006 |
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