The Quiet Hour: Selected and ArrangedHoughton Mifflin, 1915 - 111 páginas |
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Andrew Marvell art old there's art thou slow awake babe baby Balow bless breath bright Care-Charmer Sleep cauldron charm child Cypress Curtain dear Death Dirge dost thou doth double tongue Earl of Surrey earth Farewell flower George Vertue Happy those early hath heart heaven hungry lion roars John Fletcher John Webster Katharine Tynan King kiss la-low light little boy Little lamb Lord Buckhurst Lord Tennyson lulla Moon Mydnyght o'er old there's grief painting Percy Bysshe Shelley Philip Massinger pretty PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR quiet rest of trouble Robert Herrick Robert Louis Stevenson round sad steps shadows Sing lullaby Sir Philip Sidney skies slumbers smile snakes with double song sorrow soul spotted snakes Star thee Thomas Lovell Beddoes Thomas Sackville Thomas Traherne thou rest thy father Thy kingdom thy mother's Tuwhit unto wanton weary weep William Blake William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind wings Witch
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Página 85 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
Página 68 - I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Página 35 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Página 30 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday ; — • Thou Child of Joy Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy ! Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee...
Página 65 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Página 87 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...
Página 36 - Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Página 100 - Call for the robin redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm : But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Página 63 - Shepherds all, and maidens fair, Fold your flocks up, for the air 'Gins to thicken, and the sun Already his great course hath run. See the dew-drops how they kiss Every little flower that is ; Hanging on their velvet heads, Like a rope of crystal beads.
Página 36 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.