Whisper (Google eBook)

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K. Paul, Trench, Trübner, 1890 - 61 pages
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Page 34 - The lilies shone— Touched the baby and said, ' Ah ! plaze, If it wudn't do them flowers no harm, Childhren, will yiz give him wan For the love o' God?' The children started, an awe-struck band, At the stranger pair. Then the youngest ran, and with one bold twist Of his firm little wrist He wrenched a thick lily stem in two, And put it, with all its blossoms fair, In the beggar baby's hand. 'Ah ! acushla,' the woman said, 'there's few In this hard world like you.
Page 35 - Tom, you've broke The best lily : whatever shall you do When gardener sees the empty space There where it grew, And father has to be told ? ' ' It was for the love of God, you see, I did it,' said Tom : ' so maybe He Won't let them scold.
Page 34 - Full in the wondering children's sight, A pale-faced woman, young and footsore, With a baby boy on her arm. Her ragged dress was all powdered grey With the dust of the road. She fixed a long bewildered gaze On the quaint old garden gay, Then, with a sudden smile and a nod, She pointed in rapt delight To the place where, cool and shimmering whito, The lilies shone — Touched the baby and said : " ah ! plaze, , If it wudn't do them flowers no harm, Childhren, will yiz give him tcan For the love o'...
Page 45 - ... hour late, While here I wait and wait. Well, it is just my fate — Too plainly I can see, He never cared for me. How cruel men can be ! I wish those daffodils out there would cease their foolish flutter, And keep their bobbing yellow heads for just a second still. My eyes ache so ! Would...
Page 8 - ... swinging Above the wood anemones that flutter, flushed and white, When far across the wide salt waves your quick way you were winging, Oh ! tell me, tell me, did you pass my sweetheart's ship last night ? Ah ! let the daisies be, South wind, and answer me : Did you my sailor see ? Wind, whisper very low, For none but you must know I love my lover so.
Page 36 - That as long as the flower's on the gorse, Love is in season too. But it must be true, of course ; And if not, why should I care ? The sky is shining blue ; The sparrows twitter anew Of beginning to pair, And we've passed the shortest day.
Page 33 - ... children would often try, And even stand on tiptoe to look, They could hardly see over the top at all. But there was one corner not quite so high And above it, against the farthest edge Of the beautiful sky — (The part that was golden and green and red In the evenings, when they were going to bed)A row of poplars shook and shook ; And the children said The poplars must be the end of the world. On one of those happy summer days — When the garden borders were all ablaze, And the children for...
Page 34 - ... poplars shook and shook ; And the children said The poplars must be the end of the world. On one of those happy summer days — When the garden borders were all ablaze, And the children for once felt too hot to play, Though all their lessons were done, But lay On the grass and watched a delicate haze Quiver across the brooding blue Up to the sun — Something happened strange and new. For a beggar pushed open the garden door And stood in the flooding sunshine bright Full in the wondering children's...
Page 8 - ... and white, When far across the wide salt waves your quick way you were winging, Oh! tell me, tell me, did you pass my sweetheart's ship last night? Ah! let the daisies be, South wind, and answer me: Did you my sailor see? Wind, whisper very low, For none but you must know I love my lover so.
Page 40 - NOCTURNE The long day was bright, It slowly passed from the purple slopes of the hill; And then the night Came floating quietly down, and the world grew still. Now I lie awake, The south wind stirs the white curtains to and fro. Cries the corncrake In fields that stretch by the stream-side, misty and low. At the meadow's edge I know the faint pink clover is heavy with dew. Under the hedge The speedwell closes its sweet eyes, dreamily blue. With pursed rosy lips The baby buds are asleep on the apple...

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