Book of poetry for the youngBurns & Lambert, 1858 - 104 էջ |
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... clear night The iron pot propos'd one day • The lavender bloom'd , and such fragrance exhaled PAGE 57 · 32 • 34 78 99 38 63 56 60 74 61 66 33 39 95 · 28 91 89 The moments fly - a minute's gone The peacock , with its plumage rare The ...
... clear night The iron pot propos'd one day • The lavender bloom'd , and such fragrance exhaled PAGE 57 · 32 • 34 78 99 38 63 56 60 74 61 66 33 39 95 · 28 91 89 The moments fly - a minute's gone The peacock , with its plumage rare The ...
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... clear cool air , And my snug little nest in the old oak - tree . " " Little bird , little bird , stay with me ! " " Nay , little damsel , away I'll fly To greener fields and a warmer sky ; When Spring returns with pattering rain , You ...
... clear cool air , And my snug little nest in the old oak - tree . " " Little bird , little bird , stay with me ! " " Nay , little damsel , away I'll fly To greener fields and a warmer sky ; When Spring returns with pattering rain , You ...
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... so fair : Therefore dancing will we go . Youths , rejoice ! the flow'rets blow : Sing ye ! join the chorus gay ; Hail this merry , merry May ! From the German . THE FROST . THE Frost look'd forth one still clear 27 MAY.
... so fair : Therefore dancing will we go . Youths , rejoice ! the flow'rets blow : Sing ye ! join the chorus gay ; Hail this merry , merry May ! From the German . THE FROST . THE Frost look'd forth one still clear 27 MAY.
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Book. THE FROST . THE Frost look'd forth one still clear night , And whisper'd , " Now I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height In silence I'll take my way : I will not go on like that blustering train , The ...
Book. THE FROST . THE Frost look'd forth one still clear night , And whisper'd , " Now I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height In silence I'll take my way : I will not go on like that blustering train , The ...
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... heaven : God for thee the Spring has given ; Taught the birds their melodies , Clothed the earth and clear'd the skies , For thy pleasure or thy food : Pour thy soul in gratitude . Mary Howitt . BIRDS of air , whate'er ye be , Troop away ...
... heaven : God for thee the Spring has given ; Taught the birds their melodies , Clothed the earth and clear'd the skies , For thy pleasure or thy food : Pour thy soul in gratitude . Mary Howitt . BIRDS of air , whate'er ye be , Troop away ...
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Էջ 4 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings, as they roll And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Էջ 14 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them. And often after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away.
Էջ 13 - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad : Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. 74 75 "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many? Seven in all," she said And wondering looked at me.
Էջ 21 - A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak...
Էջ 43 - IT was a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun ; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
Էջ 14 - Then did the little maid reply, 'Seven boys and girls are we: Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree.' 'You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five.' 'Their graves are green, they may be seen,' The little maid replied, 'Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Էջ 24 - I'll be as busy as they." * Then he flew to the mountain, and powdered its crest ; He lit on the trees, and their boughs he dressed In diamond beads ; and over the breast Of the quivering lake he spread A coat of mail, that it need not fear The downward point of many a spear, That he hung on its margin, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head.
Էջ 21 - Eight hundred of the brave Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Էջ 13 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
Էջ 37 - If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen chain, This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain ; For rain and mountain-storms ! the like thou need'st not fear, The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here. " Rest, little young One, rest ; thou hast forgot the day When my father...