Стихи и рассказы из категории child

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O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander,
I will lead you away to a beautiful land,— The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder
We'll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there, Where moonlight and starlig...
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Oh, 'tis a touching thing, to make one weep,— A tender infant with its curtain'd eye,
Breathing as it would neither live nor die With that unchanging countenance of sleep
As if its silent dream, serene and deep,
Had lined its slumbe...
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He could not die when trees were green, For he loved the time too well
His little hands, when flowers were seen, Were held for the bluebell, As he was carried o'er the green
His eye glanced at the white-nosed bee; He knew those children ...
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Unfriendly friendly universe,
I pack your stars into my purse,
And bid you so farewell
That I can leave you, quite go out,
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He gazed and gazed and gazed and gazed,
Amazed, amazed, amazed, amazed
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You would have scoffed if we had told you
Love made us feel, or so it was with me, like some great
Trying to hold and shelter you in its strong wing: — A gay little shadowy smile would have tossed us back such a solemn word,
And it ...
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Each afternoon in Granada,each afternoon, a child dies
Each afternoon the water sits downand chats with its companions
The dead wear mossy wings
The cloudy wind and the clear windare two pheasants in flight through the towers,and th...
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I knew you when you were a child,
I don’t recall you,
Although I tried,
Were you were sweet,
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1 O raise those eyes to me
And smile again so joyously,
And fear not, love; it was not
Nor grief that drew these tears from me;
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AY, screen thy favourite dove, fair child,
Ay, screen it if you may,--Yet I misdoubt thy trembling
Will scare the hawk away
That dove will die, that child will weep,--Is this their destinie
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Late arrival,
One would think of blaming
For hesitating so
Who, setting his hand to
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I The angels guide him now, And watch his curly head, And lead him in their games, The little boy we led
II He cannot come to harm, He knows more than we know, His light is brighter far Than daytime here below
II His path leads on and on...
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Weep with me, all you that read This little story;
And know for whom a tear you shed, Death's self is sorry
'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature,
As Heaven and Nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature...
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You who were darkness warmed my flesh where out of darkness rose the seed
Then all a world I made in me; all the world you hear and see hung upon my dreaming blood
There moved the multitudinous stars, and coloured birds and fishes moved<...
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Into the world you sent her, mother, Fashioned her body of coral and foam,
Combed a wave in her hair's warm smother, And drove her away from
In the dark of the night she crept to the town And under a doorway she laid her down,
The l...
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My child wafts peace
When I lean over him,
It is not just the smell of soap
All the people were children wafting peace
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