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... answer If they should speak to thee . " And when into the fir - wood Thou goest for fagots brown , Do not , like idle children , Go wandering up and down . " But fill thy little apron , My child , 20 MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY .
... answer If they should speak to thee . " And when into the fir - wood Thou goest for fagots brown , Do not , like idle children , Go wandering up and down . " But fill thy little apron , My child , 20 MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY .
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... trees they lie . " Away went kind , good Mabel , Into the fir - wood near , Where all the ground was dry and brown , And the grass grew thin and sere . She did not wander up and down , Nor yet MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY . 23.
... trees they lie . " Away went kind , good Mabel , Into the fir - wood near , Where all the ground was dry and brown , And the grass grew thin and sere . She did not wander up and down , Nor yet MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY . 23.
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She did not wander up and down , Nor yet a live branch pull , But steadily of the fallen boughs She picked her apron full . And when the wild - wood brownies Came sliding to her mind , She drove them thence , as she was told , With home ...
She did not wander up and down , Nor yet a live branch pull , But steadily of the fallen boughs She picked her apron full . And when the wild - wood brownies Came sliding to her mind , She drove them thence , as she was told , With home ...
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... wandering from the wood . " Now she has that , " said the brownies , Let flax be ever so dear , " T will buy her clothes of the very best , For many and many a year ! " " And go now , " said the grandmother , " Since falling is the dew ...
... wandering from the wood . " Now she has that , " said the brownies , Let flax be ever so dear , " T will buy her clothes of the very best , For many and many a year ! " " And go now , " said the grandmother , " Since falling is the dew ...
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... not cry . And two long miles he led them on , While they for food complain : " Stay here , " quoth he , " I'll bring you bread , When I do come again . " These pretty babes with hand in hand Went wandering up THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD . 43.
... not cry . And two long miles he led them on , While they for food complain : " Stay here , " quoth he , " I'll bring you bread , When I do come again . " These pretty babes with hand in hand Went wandering up THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD . 43.
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Palavras e frases frequentes
beauty beneath bird Birdie blessed bloom breast breath bright brow canst cheer child coursers Crocodile customed hill dark dear death delight dost doth E'en earth fair fairy father fear flowers fly away home glory gone grass grave green grief hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Inchcape Inchcape rock John Barleycorn King lady lady-bird land light live look Lord loud Mary Howitt maun merry mind mother mountain mourn ne'er never night numbers o'er Old English Poetry Patrick Spence poor praise Queen renegado rock rose round sail Samian wine shining shining book shore silent sing singing bee sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spring stars storm stream sweet tears tempests thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought top-mast tree voice wakeful eye wandering waves weep wild wind wings
Passagens conhecidas
Página 70 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Página 111 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
Página 64 - Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Página 128 - The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Página 156 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Página 75 - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway.
Página 162 - Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said — 'And they answered not our cheer ! The planks look warped ! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below That eats the she-wolf's young.
Página 134 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 76 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Página 102 - I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, 'Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.