January to JuneRoberts brothers, 1893 |
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN angels April Baby's beautiful birds bless bliss blossoms Blynken breast breath bright brow cheek child chosen tree Darling dear Dearest dimpled divine dream earth EUGENE FIELD face fair Farmer John February feel flowers forever GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP girl glad God's grace Grandmamma happy harebell hath hear Heaven HENRY CUYLER BUNNER HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY January JOHN WHITE CHADWICK JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND June kiss knee knew light lips little bare feet little feet little hand live long ago look Love love-lies-bleeding Love's lovers March MARGARET ELIZABETH SANGSTER morning Mother never night o'er pain peace pray prayer pure RICHARD HENRY STODDARD rose shadows shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul stars sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou thought Twenty-Eighth Twenty-Fifth Twenty-Seventh voice watch weary Wife woman wonder words Wynken
Passatges populars
Pàgina 231 - Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her.
Pàgina 8 - But happy they ! the happiest of their kind ! Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. 'Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace, but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love ; Where Friendship...
Pàgina 149 - Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe — Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!
Pàgina 115 - THE world goes up and the world goes down, And the sunshine follows the rain ; And yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown Can never come over again, Sweet wife : No, never come over again. For woman is warm though man be cold, And the night will hallow the day ; Till the heart which at even was weary and old Can rise in the morning gay, Sweet wife ; To its work in the morning gay.
Pàgina 230 - THE first time that the sun rose on thine oath To love me, I looked forward to the moon To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon And quickly tied to make a lasting troth. Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe ; And, looking on myself, I seemed not one For such man's love ! — more like an...
Pàgina 150 - Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle bed.
Pàgina 109 - ... slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play. And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant...
Pàgina 147 - A little elbow leans upon your knee, Your tired knee that has so much to bear; A child's dear eyes are looking lovingly From underneath a thatch of tangled hair. Perhaps you do not heed the velvet touch Of warm, moist fingers, folding yours so tight; You do not prize this blessing overmuch, You almost are too tired to pray to-night. But it is blessedness! A year ago I did not see it as I do to-day, We are so dull and thankless; and too slow To catch the sunshine till it slips away. And now it seems...
Pàgina 235 - You who are more than mother unto me, And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you In setting my Virginia's spirit free. My mother, my own mother, who died early, Was but the mother of myself; but you Are mother to the one I loved so dearly...
Pàgina 196 - If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf. If I were what the words are, And love were like the tune, With double sound and single Delight our lips would mingle, With kisses glad as birds are That get sweet rain at noon ; If I were what the words are And love were like the tune.