Book of poetry for the youngBurns & Lambert, 1858 - 104 էջ |
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... seen , " The little maid replied ; " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , And they are side by side . My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit , And sit and sing to them . And ...
... seen , " The little maid replied ; " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , And they are side by side . My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit , And sit and sing to them . And ...
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... bloom of orient light Gilds thee in thy tuneful flight ; May the Day - spring from on high , Seen by Faith's religious eye , Cheer me with his vital ray , Promise of eternal day . TOLL for the brave , - The brave that are 24.
... bloom of orient light Gilds thee in thy tuneful flight ; May the Day - spring from on high , Seen by Faith's religious eye , Cheer me with his vital ray , Promise of eternal day . TOLL for the brave , - The brave that are 24.
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... seen Most beautiful things : -there were flowers and trees , There were bevies of birds and swarms of bees , There were cities with temples and towers , and these All pictured in silver sheen ! But he did one thing that was hardly fair ...
... seen Most beautiful things : -there were flowers and trees , There were bevies of birds and swarms of bees , There were cities with temples and towers , and these All pictured in silver sheen ! But he did one thing that was hardly fair ...
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... seen ; Every little stream is bright , All the orchard - trees are white . Hark , the little lambs are bleating ; And the cawing rooks are meeting In the elms , a noisy crowd ; And all birds are singing loud ; And the first white ...
... seen ; Every little stream is bright , All the orchard - trees are white . Hark , the little lambs are bleating ; And the cawing rooks are meeting In the elms , a noisy crowd ; And all birds are singing loud ; And the first white ...
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... green moss beneath his feet , Sit under a mushroom tall . I saw him sit , and his dinner eat , All under the forest - tree , — His dinner of chestnut ripe and red ; And he ate it heartily . I wish you could have seen him there ; It 36.
... green moss beneath his feet , Sit under a mushroom tall . I saw him sit , and his dinner eat , All under the forest - tree , — His dinner of chestnut ripe and red ; And he ate it heartily . I wish you could have seen him there ; It 36.
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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...