The Poetical Works of Mary Howitt, Eliza. Cook, & L. E. L.Phillips, Sampson, & Company, 1853 - 539 pages |
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beautiful beneath bird blessed blood breast breath bright broken flower brow burning carrion crow cheek child Children of pleasure cold COOK'S POEMS cried croak crystal caves dark dead dear death deep Dobbin dream earth Ellerslie fair faith fame fear flowers gallant band gentle gold grave grew grief hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven herdsman's hour Hubert Grey land laugh light lips lonely look Marien mercy merry mirth mother mountain mourn ne'er neath never night o'er pale Peterel poor prayer rich round rushlight shade shadows fall shalt shining sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star stood sturdy bay sweet tears tell tempest thee There's thine things thou thought tide tone Tracy de Vore tree Twas unto vermil voice waves weary ween weeping wild wind words young youth
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Page 123 - Our outward life requires them not — Then wherefore had they birth ? — To minister delight to man, To beautify the earth ; To comfort man — to whisper hope, Whene'er his faith is dim, For who so careth for the flowers Will much more care for him ! Mary Howitt.
Page 138 - Will you walk into my parlor ? " said the spider to the fly, "'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.
Page 139 - Said the cunning spider to the fly : " Dear friend, what can I do To prove the warm affection, I've always felt for you? I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome — will you please to take a slice ? " " Oh, no, no," said the little fly, " kind sir, that cannot be ; I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see.
Page 140 - At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den Within his little parlor — but she ne'er came out again! And now, dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed; Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye, And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
Page 233 - I've treasured it long as a sainted prize, I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it with sighs ; 'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart : Not a tie will break, not a link will start. Would ye learn the spell ? a mother sat there, And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair.
Page 349 - And ere he turned a people's foe, he sought to be a friend. He strove to keep his country's right by reason's gentle word, And sighed when fell injustice threw the challenge, sword to sword. He stood the firm, the calm, the wise — the patriot and sage ; He showed no deep avenging hate, no burst of despot rage. He stood for liberty and truth, and dauntlessly |led on, Till shouts of victory gave forth the name .of Washington.
Page 140 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by: With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, — Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head— poor foolish thing!
Page 139 - Sweet creature," said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf; If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself." "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say, And bidding you good-morning now, I'll call another day.
Page 233 - She told me that shame would never betide With Truth for my creed and God for my guide ; She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer, As I knelt beside that old arm-chair.
Page 111 - Tis good to make all duty sweet, To be alert and kind ; 'Tis good like little Mabel, To have a willing mind.