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... Mother Holle .. Mountain Daisy , To a Mouse , The Young Musicians , The Travelling Necessity of Fresh Air Nelson , Lord , Character of Nelson , Lord , Life of Newton , Sir Isaac , Anecdote of New Zealand , Pig - hunting in .. Nicæus ...
... Mother Holle .. Mountain Daisy , To a Mouse , The Young Musicians , The Travelling Necessity of Fresh Air Nelson , Lord , Character of Nelson , Lord , Life of Newton , Sir Isaac , Anecdote of New Zealand , Pig - hunting in .. Nicæus ...
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... still , my babe ; sweet baby , sleep . A little infant once was He ; And , strength in weakness , then was laid Upon His Virgin Mother's knee , That power to thee Sir Roger de Coverley at Church 71 Skylark, The 135 Sleep, Baby, Sleep.
... still , my babe ; sweet baby , sleep . A little infant once was He ; And , strength in weakness , then was laid Upon His Virgin Mother's knee , That power to thee Sir Roger de Coverley at Church 71 Skylark, The 135 Sleep, Baby, Sleep.
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Upon His Virgin Mother's knee , That power to thee might be conveyed . Sweet baby , then , forbear to weep ; Be still , my babe ; sweet baby , sleep . The King of kings , when He was born , Had not so much for outward ease ; By Him such ...
Upon His Virgin Mother's knee , That power to thee might be conveyed . Sweet baby , then , forbear to weep ; Be still , my babe ; sweet baby , sleep . The King of kings , when He was born , Had not so much for outward ease ; By Him such ...
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... mother , " you will be constantly afraid of soiling , tearing , and rumpling what you wear . A dress so elegant as that of the Miss Flowerdales will require the greatest attention and care , or else it will lose its beauty . If it gets ...
... mother , " you will be constantly afraid of soiling , tearing , and rumpling what you wear . A dress so elegant as that of the Miss Flowerdales will require the greatest attention and care , or else it will lose its beauty . If it gets ...
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... mother , seeing the wretched state she was in . " Oh no , mamma ! " said the little girl , kissing her ; " I am convinced fine clothes can never make anybody happy . Let me have my nice white frock again , and my hair as it used to be ...
... mother , seeing the wretched state she was in . " Oh no , mamma ! " said the little girl , kissing her ; " I am convinced fine clothes can never make anybody happy . Let me have my nice white frock again , and my hair as it used to be ...
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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