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... Comes the sound of bleating sheep , While their softly tinkling bell , Lulls the weary mind to sleep ; Nature rests and all is still , Sinks the sun behind the hill . 3 W. C. Jones . SONG OF THE LITTLE STARS . FROM THE GERMAN OF ARNDT ...
... Comes the sound of bleating sheep , While their softly tinkling bell , Lulls the weary mind to sleep ; Nature rests and all is still , Sinks the sun behind the hill . 3 W. C. Jones . SONG OF THE LITTLE STARS . FROM THE GERMAN OF ARNDT ...
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... comes the empty wain ; The driver on the shaft - horse sits , Whistling now and then by fits ; And oft , with his accustomed call , Urging on the sluggish Ball . The barn is still , the master's gone , The thresher puts his jacket on ...
... comes the empty wain ; The driver on the shaft - horse sits , Whistling now and then by fits ; And oft , with his accustomed call , Urging on the sluggish Ball . The barn is still , the master's gone , The thresher puts his jacket on ...
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... Comes peeping up again . In purple , white , or yellow , So charming to the sight , We scarce can find its fellow For colours pure and bright . The daisy , the daisy , Spread wide o'er hill and dale ; The daisy , the daisy , No season ...
... Comes peeping up again . In purple , white , or yellow , So charming to the sight , We scarce can find its fellow For colours pure and bright . The daisy , the daisy , Spread wide o'er hill and dale ; The daisy , the daisy , No season ...
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... Comes flying down with noiseless wings . To meet him we will sally , He comes to bless the valley , And light , and joy , and flowers he brings . All greenly drest to greet him , The fields send up , to meet him , The merry lark , their ...
... Comes flying down with noiseless wings . To meet him we will sally , He comes to bless the valley , And light , and joy , and flowers he brings . All greenly drest to greet him , The fields send up , to meet him , The merry lark , their ...
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... Comes feebly up . Oh ! tell me , is this death ? Mother ! your hand- " Here - lay it on my wrist , And place the ... come . " I must be happy then , From pain and 40 A POETICAL READING - BOOK .
... Comes feebly up . Oh ! tell me , is this death ? Mother ! your hand- " Here - lay it on my wrist , And place the ... come . " I must be happy then , From pain and 40 A POETICAL READING - BOOK .
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A poetical reading book [ed.] by W. M'Gavin William M'Gavin (editor of The union school song garland) Visualização integral - 1879 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Baron beautiful Blackbird Bluebottle bough bower boy o'the mountain bright buds busy Bee Butter-cups and daisies Charlotte Smith cockatoo cottage cowslip creeping everywhere crocus dance dead dear deer door dost doth e'er earth Ebenezer Elliott eyes fair fields Flowers are springing fly away home garland gentle glade glow-worm golden grass green happy Harston haste hawthorn hear heard heart hill J. S. Stallybrass JACK FROST Joanna Baillie John Barleycorn John Clare lady-bird leaves light Little Bell little birds Little lamb look Mary Howitt merry moon morning ne'er nest never night o'er orphan boy peep pleasant poor dog pretty primrose rejoice rest ROBIN'S NEST rose rosy round shines Sighing silent sing sleep snowdrop song Spider spring-flowers Squirrel summer sweet tell thee thou busy trees Twas violet wake wandered weary Web-Spinner wild wind winglets wings wood Wood-Mouse woodland
Passagens conhecidas
Página 72 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Página 7 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger.
Página 51 - Had cheer'd the village with his song, Nor yet at eve his note suspended, Nor yet when eventide was ended, Began to feel, as well he might, The keen demands of appetite ; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glowworm by his spark ; So stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus, right eloquent — Did you admire my lamp...
Página 16 - 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 wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain, But I'll be as busy as they...
Página 11 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough; Farmer he, and landlord thou!
Página 8 - I'll tell thee. He is called by thy name, For he calls himself a Lamb : He is meek and he is mild, He became a little child. I a child and thou a lamb, We are called by his name. Little lamb, God bless thee, Little lamb, God bless thee.
Página 7 - I'll tell thee, Little Lamb, I'll tell thee, He is called by thy name, For he calls himself a Lamb.
Página 68 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue — Thinking only of her crested head — poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
Página 55 - These pretty Babes with hand in hand Went wandering up and down; But never more they saw the Man Approaching from the Town. In both these stanzas the words, and the order of the words, in no respect differ from the most unimpassioned conversation. There are words in both, for example, ' the Strand,
Página 32 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...