 | Charlotte Mary Yonge - 1879 - 604 lapas
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands—life hath snares— Care and age come unawares. Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June.—LONGFELLOW. ' TTTHAT is the matter with Amy ? What makes her so odd ?' VV asked Charles, as... | |
 | Emily Brodie - 1880 - 264 lapas
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June." LONGFELLOW. was July, and the railway station at Oxford presented a lively scene, brightened by the summer sun.... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 lapas
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! short of reason he must fall Who thinks all made for one, not one for all. ALEXANDER PO Childhood is the bough where slumbered Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; — Age, that bough with... | |
 | Bible Christians - 1880 - 598 lapas
...energies and hopes of mankind, to lessen the power of action and deepen the sense of reflection — " Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon ; May glides onward into June." And once the midday of existence is passed, how quickly do the sombre tints of autumn come over the... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1880 - 328 lapas
...thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough, where slumbered Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; — Age, that bough with... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 lapas
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — life hath snares! Care and age come unawares. G G !BJxMRM : J J 9 9 • Childhood is the bough, where slumber'd Birds and blossoms many-number'd : — Age, that bough... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth [extracts] Longfellow - 1881 - 466 lapas
...maidenhood of spring is swelling into the warmer, riper, and more voluptuous womanhood of summer. OUTEE-MER. Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Bear a lily in thy hand ; Gates of brass cannot withstand One touch of that magic wand. MAIDENHOOD.... | |
 | Thulia Susannah Engall - 1881 - 472 lapas
...child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! " Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon ! May glides onward into June !" " Our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding." — 1 CHRONICLES xxix. 15.... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1886 - 698 lapas
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares t Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Gather, then, each flower that grows, When the young heart overflows, To embalm that tent of snows.... | |
 | 1882 - 812 lapas
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands — Life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon. May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough, where slumbered Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; — Age, that bough with... | |
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O, thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. 
