The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four Parts, Volumes 1-2C. Scribner & Company, 1868 |
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... wings . " So the hen said , And the chickens all sped As fast as they could to their nice feather bed . And there let them sleep in their feathers so warm , While my little chick lies here on my arm . XIII . Mrs. Carter . TH THE MICE ...
... wings . " So the hen said , And the chickens all sped As fast as they could to their nice feather bed . And there let them sleep in their feathers so warm , While my little chick lies here on my arm . XIII . Mrs. Carter . TH THE MICE ...
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... wing . How soft and low their cooing sounds , As each one says " Good night ! " How cheerful when at early morn They dress their feathers white . Then far into the woods and fields To seek their food they fly , Returning to their house ...
... wing . How soft and low their cooing sounds , As each one says " Good night ! " How cheerful when at early morn They dress their feathers white . Then far into the woods and fields To seek their food they fly , Returning to their house ...
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... wing , They murmured a sleepy " good - night ! " Now the shades of evening were gathering apace , And fading the last gleam of light ; So to father and mother , both Fanny and Ben Gave a kiss , and a hearty " Good - night ! XXVII ...
... wing , They murmured a sleepy " good - night ! " Now the shades of evening were gathering apace , And fading the last gleam of light ; So to father and mother , both Fanny and Ben Gave a kiss , and a hearty " Good - night ! XXVII ...
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... wings to fly ; To sing on tree - tops waving , So very near the sky . XLI . FATHER IS COMING . THE HE clock is on the stroke of six , The father's work is done ; Sweep up the hearth and mend the fire , And put the kettle on ; The wild ...
... wings to fly ; To sing on tree - tops waving , So very near the sky . XLI . FATHER IS COMING . THE HE clock is on the stroke of six , The father's work is done ; Sweep up the hearth and mend the fire , And put the kettle on ; The wild ...
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... wings she was spreading to soar far away ; Then resting a moment , seemed sweetly to say- " Oh happy , how happy this world seems to be ! Awake , little girl , and be happy with me . ” But just as she finished her beautiful song , A ...
... wings she was spreading to soar far away ; Then resting a moment , seemed sweetly to say- " Oh happy , how happy this world seems to be ! Awake , little girl , and be happy with me . ” But just as she finished her beautiful song , A ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
angel beautiful beneath bird blessed blue brave breast breath bright brow Caldon Low cheer child clouds cried dark dear death deep doth earth Eliza Cook eyes face fair father fear feet flowers Frances Anne Kemble glory glow golden green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre jackdaw Katydid kiss lady land Leigh Hunt light lips LITTLE ROBIN REDBREASTS live look Lord Mary Howitt merry morning mother mountain ne'er never night o'er ocean Pixies poor pray prayer rest rose round sail Samian wine shine shore sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound stars stood sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thing Thomas Hood thou thought tree Twas voice waves weary ween weep wild wind wings Winthrop Mackworth Praed word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 275 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Página 54 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Página 182 - Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!
Página 217 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 240 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Página 331 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Página 192 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 181 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, a<s the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Página 255 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown : This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Página 273 - 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.