Poetry for children, selected by W. Burdon, Edição 681William Burdon 1805 |
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... dead , and fine colours loft , Still how how fweet a perfume it will yield ! So frail is the youth and the beauty of men , Tho ' they bloom and look gay like the rofe ; For all our fond care to preserve them is vain ; Time kills them as ...
... dead , and fine colours loft , Still how how fweet a perfume it will yield ! So frail is the youth and the beauty of men , Tho ' they bloom and look gay like the rofe ; For all our fond care to preserve them is vain ; Time kills them as ...
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... dead ; Sad cafe it was , as you may think , For very cold to go to bed , And then for cold not fleep a wink . Oh joy for her ! when e'er in winter The winds at night had made a rout , And scatter'd many a lufty splinter , And many a 43.
... dead ; Sad cafe it was , as you may think , For very cold to go to bed , And then for cold not fleep a wink . Oh joy for her ! when e'er in winter The winds at night had made a rout , And scatter'd many a lufty splinter , And many a 43.
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... dead ; thofe two are dead ! Their fpirits are in heaven ! " ' Twas throwing words away ; for still The little maid would have her will , And faid , " Nay , we are seven ! " RURAL ARCHITECTURE . THERE's George Fisher , Charles Fleming ...
... dead ; thofe two are dead ! Their fpirits are in heaven ! " ' Twas throwing words away ; for still The little maid would have her will , And faid , " Nay , we are seven ! " RURAL ARCHITECTURE . THERE's George Fisher , Charles Fleming ...
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... dead , and few friends I can boast , But few to confole and to love me , if any ; And my gains are so small , —a bare pittance at moft Repays the exertions of fatherless Fanny , Once indeed I with pleasure and patience could toil ...
... dead , and few friends I can boast , But few to confole and to love me , if any ; And my gains are so small , —a bare pittance at moft Repays the exertions of fatherless Fanny , Once indeed I with pleasure and patience could toil ...
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... dead ? Or does a worse disgrace betide ? Hath no one fince his death apply'd ? Alas ! you know the caufe too well , The falt is fpilt , to me it fell . Then to contribute to my lofs , My knife and fork were laid across , On Friday too ...
... dead ? Or does a worse disgrace betide ? Hath no one fince his death apply'd ? Alas ! you know the caufe too well , The falt is fpilt , to me it fell . Then to contribute to my lofs , My knife and fork were laid across , On Friday too ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
afk'd ANDREW JONES beauty Befide Beneath bleft bloom bofom breaſt church-yard cold Corin cottage courſe Crocodile King crofs'd cry'd darling child delight door e'er ev'ry eyes fafe faid fair faſt feven fhall fhould fhout fide figh filent fing fkies flain fleep fmall fmile fnow fome fong foon forrow fpring fuch fummer fweet Goody Blake grafs green ground happy Harry Gill hear heard heart Heaven infolent Kilve lamb Lifwyn farm limbs little maid look'd Lucy Gray mind morning moſt mother muſt never NEWCASTLE UPON TYNE night o'er orphan boy pafs'd pleaſant pleaſure poor reaſon reft reſt riſe rofe ſaid ſaw ſay ſcarce ſee ſhe ſky ſmooth ſteep ſtill ſtock ſtood ſtopp'd ſtore ſtream ſweet teeth they chatter tell thee theſe thine thofe Thoſe thou track'd turn'd Twas villain,-Man Whofe worfe worſe Young Harry
Passagens conhecidas
Página 50 - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie Beneath the churchyard tree.
Página 8 - The storm came on before its time : She wandered up and down ; And many a hill did Lucy climb ; But never reached the town.
Página 28 - tis to be an orphan boy. 0 were I by your bounty fed; — Nay, gentle lady, do not chide, Trust me, I mean to earn my bread — The sailor's orphan boy has pride. Lady, you weep!
Página 45 - No word to any man he utters, A-bed or up, to young or old ; But ever to himself he mutters, " Poor Harry Gill is very cold.'' A-bed or up, by night or day ; His teeth they chatter, chatter still. Now think, ye farmers all, I pray, Of Goody Blake and Harry Gill.
Página 58 - With you ! and quit my Susan's side ? With you ! " the hapless husband cried. " Young as I am, 'tis monstrous hard ! Besides, in truth, I'm not prepared; My thoughts on other matters go ; This is my wedding-day, you know.
Página 24 - Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran ; And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
Página 77 - 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, ' Who fell in the great victory. ' I find them in the garden, For there's many here about ; And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men,' said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' ' Now tell us what 'twas all about...
Página 40 - The neighbors tell, and tell you truly, His teeth they chatter, chatter still. At night, at morning, and at noon, 'Tis all the same with Harry Gill; Beneath the sun, beneath the moon, His teeth they chatter, chatter still.
Página 50 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Página 49 - That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. 'Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?' 'How many? Seven in all,' she said, And wondering looked at me.