Poetry for children, selected by W. Burdon, Edição 681William Burdon 1805 |
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... Fell from the sky that April morn , The fame which now I view ! With rod and line my filent sport I plied by Derwent's wave , And , coming to the church , ftopp'd short Befide my daughter's grave . Nine fummers had fhe fcarcely feen The ...
... Fell from the sky that April morn , The fame which now I view ! With rod and line my filent sport I plied by Derwent's wave , And , coming to the church , ftopp'd short Befide my daughter's grave . Nine fummers had fhe fcarcely feen The ...
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William Burdon. Into the gulph profound . His dam had feen him when he fell , She faw him down the torrent borne ; And while with all a mother's love She from the lofty rocks above Sent forth a cry forlorn , The lamb ftill fwimming round ...
William Burdon. Into the gulph profound . His dam had feen him when he fell , She faw him down the torrent borne ; And while with all a mother's love She from the lofty rocks above Sent forth a cry forlorn , The lamb ftill fwimming round ...
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... he had three . ' Twas all in vain , a useless matter , And blankets were about him pinn'd ; Yet ftill his jaws and teeth they clatter , Like a loose casement in the wind . And Harry's flesh it fell away : And all who 46.
... he had three . ' Twas all in vain , a useless matter , And blankets were about him pinn'd ; Yet ftill his jaws and teeth they clatter , Like a loose casement in the wind . And Harry's flesh it fell away : And all who 46.
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William Burdon. And Harry's flesh it fell away : And all who see him fay ' tis plain , That , live as long as live he may , He never will be warm again . No word to any man he utters , A - bed or up , to young or old ; But ever to ...
William Burdon. And Harry's flesh it fell away : And all who see him fay ' tis plain , That , live as long as live he may , He never will be warm again . No word to any man he utters , A - bed or up , to young or old ; But ever to ...
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... awe The face of his Crocodile Majesty saw . She fell upon her bended knee , And faid , O King have pity on me , For I have loft my darling child , And that's the lofs that makes me wild . A crocodile eat him for his food , Now let 58.
... awe The face of his Crocodile Majesty saw . She fell upon her bended knee , And faid , O King have pity on me , For I have loft my darling child , And that's the lofs that makes me wild . A crocodile eat him for his food , Now let 58.
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
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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.