The Young scholar, Հատոր 11872 |
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... birds . This grove the children entered , and enjoyed the coolness of the shade . Poor Amy would have followed them , but she was told that the bushes would tear all her finery to pieces . She watched her friends playing at " puss in ...
... birds . This grove the children entered , and enjoyed the coolness of the shade . Poor Amy would have followed them , but she was told that the bushes would tear all her finery to pieces . She watched her friends playing at " puss in ...
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... birds ' - nesting , from his grandmother's house in company with a cow - boy . The dinner hour came ; he was absent and could not be found . The alarm of the family became very great , for they feared he might have been carried off by ...
... birds ' - nesting , from his grandmother's house in company with a cow - boy . The dinner hour came ; he was absent and could not be found . The alarm of the family became very great , for they feared he might have been carried off by ...
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... birds upon his corn which he was not allowed to catch , but must leave to some qualified sportsman , who would , besides , break down his fences in the pursuit . A sheep - washing was held this day at the mill - pool , when seven score ...
... birds upon his corn which he was not allowed to catch , but must leave to some qualified sportsman , who would , besides , break down his fences in the pursuit . A sheep - washing was held this day at the mill - pool , when seven score ...
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... Who would return no more . They walked not under the lindens , They played not in the hall ; But shadow , and silence , and sadness Were hanging over all . The birds sang in the branchés With sweet familiar tone THE OPEN WINDOW . 27.
... Who would return no more . They walked not under the lindens , They played not in the hall ; But shadow , and silence , and sadness Were hanging over all . The birds sang in the branchés With sweet familiar tone THE OPEN WINDOW . 27.
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The birds sang in the branchés With sweet familiar tone ; But the voices of the children Will be heard in dreams alone . And the boy that walked beside me , He could not understand Why closer in mine , ah ! closer , I pressed his warm ...
The birds sang in the branchés With sweet familiar tone ; But the voices of the children Will be heard in dreams alone . And the boy that walked beside me , He could not understand Why closer in mine , ah ! closer , I pressed his warm ...
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Էջ 96 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do' blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Էջ 138 - Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Էջ 78 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Էջ 136 - A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew, Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Էջ 120 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Էջ 6 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Էջ 88 - The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Էջ 233 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Էջ 136 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Էջ 315 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betrayed, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid Low i