Wilfrid Sweet; Or, All for the Best: A Story for BoysH.L. Kilner & Company, 1903 - Počet stran: 197 |
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Strana 132 - While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down...
Strana 33 - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ; Ah, that maternal smile, it answers yes...
Strana 176 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me, on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
Strana 39 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I...
Strana 76 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
Strana 186 - LAUGH, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth Must borrow its mirth, It has trouble enough of its own.
Strana 76 - Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side?
Strana 187 - Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die.
Strana 61 - How often have I blessed the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play...
Strana 46 - There is no friend like the old friend, who has shared our morning days, No greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise : Fame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold ; But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.