My Three Jewels: And Other PoemsH.S. Crocker & Company, 1887 - 94 pages |
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angels baby beauty birthday blessed blossom boys breast bright brighter cherub child clouds Cradle crown dark darling dawn dead dear death doth earth ev'ry eyes faded fair faith father favor the brave FEBRUARY 22 fingers FLORAL FORTUNE-TELLER flowers flown Fortune will favor friends Genoa gift give golden Hamlet hand happy happy day heaven Henry VI Henry VIII hope hour Julius Cæsar kiss knee life's light Lisping LITTLE FEET lonely memory Monterey mother mother,—rock MOTHER'S BOYS MOTHER'S GIFT mother's pride ne'er nest never a heart night o'er pain pleasure pride prize roses sacred secret prayer SHAKESPEARE'S ADVICE shine silence silver lining skies smile soon sorrow soul sweet tears thee to sleep There's never things thou thought Three Jewels tired to-day to-morrow to-night treasure truth twill voice waiting weary weep Woods and cornfields youth Zuider Zee
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Page 91 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law...
Page 91 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
Page 43 - Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep; — Rock me to sleep, mother, — rock me to sleep!
Page 82 - Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.
Page 44 - Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you! Many a summer the grass has grown green. Blossomed and faded, our faces between: Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain, Long I to-night for your presence again. Come from the silence so long and so deep; — Rock me to sleep, mother, — rock me to sleep!
Page 69 - seven times" over and over, Seven times one are seven. I am old, so old, I can write a letter ; My birthday lessons are done ; The lambs play always, they know no better ; They are only one times one.
Page 89 - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel, But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade.
Page 93 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Page 90 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Page 58 - With bluebirds twittering all around, — (Ah, good painter, you can't paint sound !) — These, and the house where I was born, Low and little, and black and old, With children, many as it can hold, All at the windows, open wide, — Heads and shoulders clear outside, And fair young faces all ablush : Perhaps you may have seen, some day, Roses crowding the selfsame way, Out of a wilding, wayside bush.