Book of poetry for the youngBurns & Lambert, 1858 - 104 էջ |
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... to me 20 Little flutterer , swiftly flying 22 Look , William , how the morning mists 82 May , sweet May , again is come 27 Now he who knows Old Christmas 71 Now the sun is going down . 21 LONDON : PRINTED BY LEVEY , ROBSON , AND FRANKLYN.
... to me 20 Little flutterer , swiftly flying 22 Look , William , how the morning mists 82 May , sweet May , again is come 27 Now he who knows Old Christmas 71 Now the sun is going down . 21 LONDON : PRINTED BY LEVEY , ROBSON , AND FRANKLYN.
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... sweet May , again is come 27 Now he who knows Old Christmas 71 Now the sun is going down . 21 viii INDEX . On the green banks of Shannon , A Book AN INVITATION BUSY, THIRSTY, CURIOUS FLY 54 CASABIANCA 66 CHARLEY AND HIS FATHER 61 CUCKOO ...
... sweet May , again is come 27 Now he who knows Old Christmas 71 Now the sun is going down . 21 viii INDEX . On the green banks of Shannon , A Book AN INVITATION BUSY, THIRSTY, CURIOUS FLY 54 CASABIANCA 66 CHARLEY AND HIS FATHER 61 CUCKOO ...
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... sweet lullaby , And rock'd me that I should not cry ? My Mother . Who sat and watch'd my infant head When sleeping in my cradle - bed , And tears of sweet affection shed ? My Mother . When pain and sickness made me cry , Who gazed upon ...
... sweet lullaby , And rock'd me that I should not cry ? My Mother . Who sat and watch'd my infant head When sleeping in my cradle - bed , And tears of sweet affection shed ? My Mother . When pain and sickness made me cry , Who gazed upon ...
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... sweet affection shed , My Mother . THE BIRD CAUGHT AT SEA . PRETTY little feathered fellow , Why so far from home dost rove ? What misfortune brought thee hither From thy green embowering grove ? Let thy throbbing heart be still , Here ...
... sweet affection shed , My Mother . THE BIRD CAUGHT AT SEA . PRETTY little feathered fellow , Why so far from home dost rove ? What misfortune brought thee hither From thy green embowering grove ? Let thy throbbing heart be still , Here ...
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... sweet biscuits and cakes . When plentiful harvests have brought in the grain , clip , clap ! At his mill the good miller is busy again , clip , clap ! He prays that the barns of the farmer may fill , For he knows that fine harvests ...
... sweet biscuits and cakes . When plentiful harvests have brought in the grain , clip , clap ! At his mill the good miller is busy again , clip , clap ! He prays that the barns of the farmer may fill , For he knows that fine harvests ...
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APRIL SHOWER betimes blue breast bright brings brook brother CASABIANCA cease chameleon cheer clap clip cold creature cried CUCKOO dear eyes fair faithful dog Tray famous victory father William fear flowers GLOW-WORM gone grass green Halloo happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill Lamb light Little flutterer little Fly little maiden look look'd Lucy Aikin maid Mary Howitt meadow merry mother neath never night nightingale o'er patter PET LAMB play play'd pleasant poor pray pretty rejoice replied reptile rest roam round shining sing sleep snow song soon Spider Spring squirrel summer sun shines bright sweet tell thee There's thing thou little bird Tis green toil trees turn'd twas vale voice VOICE OF SPRING warm wind wing winter WINTER SONG wise Wolf YOUNG MOUSE youth
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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...