Aunt Mary's poetry, original and select, for the use of young personsT. Barcham, 1854 - 91 páginas |
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... gone , And the traveller journeys on Feebly , when his strength is fled , And his hope and heart seem dead , Camel , thou dost turn thy eye On him kindly , soothingly , As if thou wouldst cheering say Journey on for this one day , Do ...
... gone , And the traveller journeys on Feebly , when his strength is fled , And his hope and heart seem dead , Camel , thou dost turn thy eye On him kindly , soothingly , As if thou wouldst cheering say Journey on for this one day , Do ...
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... gone like the wind , And thou leavest the cloud of thy speeding behind . Fare thee well ! in thy desolate region farewell ! All alone in the desert we leave thee to dwell . THE LION . Lion thou art girt with might , King by uncontested ...
... gone like the wind , And thou leavest the cloud of thy speeding behind . Fare thee well ! in thy desolate region farewell ! All alone in the desert we leave thee to dwell . THE LION . Lion thou art girt with might , King by uncontested ...
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... gone ? The butterfly is glancing bright , Across the sunbeam's track , I care not now to chase its flight , Oh call my brother back ! The flowers run wild - the flowers we sow'd Around our garden tree- Our vine is drooping with its load ...
... gone ? The butterfly is glancing bright , Across the sunbeam's track , I care not now to chase its flight , Oh call my brother back ! The flowers run wild - the flowers we sow'd Around our garden tree- Our vine is drooping with its load ...
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... - so gentle and so free ; And yet if haply when thou'rt gone , my lonely heart should burn , Can the hand which casts thee from it now , command thee to return ? Return ; alas ! my Arab steed ! what shall 20 AUNT MARY'S POETRY .
... - so gentle and so free ; And yet if haply when thou'rt gone , my lonely heart should burn , Can the hand which casts thee from it now , command thee to return ? Return ; alas ! my Arab steed ! what shall 20 AUNT MARY'S POETRY .
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... dwell , And two are gone to sea ; Two of us in the churchyard lie , My sister and my brother , And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother . You run about my little maid , Your limbs , 32 AUNT MARY'S POETRY .
... dwell , And two are gone to sea ; Two of us in the churchyard lie , My sister and my brother , And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother . You run about my little maid , Your limbs , 32 AUNT MARY'S POETRY .
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Palavras e frases frequentes
almshouse Arab steed art thou beautiful Beneath bestowed Black Prince blessings breast breath bright BROAD STREET brother butterfly's Camel cheer child churchyard cricket cried dear desert desolate dwell e'er earth fair father flower foxglove glowworm Goth green hand happy happy land harebell haste hath head hear heard heart heaven jessamine john pie laid land LAPLAND light Lion lisping little maid little sweep look lov'd loves me best mother ne'er never night nose o'er oak tree ostrich PHILIP NERI philosopher's scales plain poor Jack proud race rest rich roam rose round shine sing sister skies sleep smile snow solemn sorrow spectacles speed sweet tears tell thee thou art thou shalt tortoise Twas Twill Voltaire wandering Jew weary wild wind wings wish worm young Youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 80 - I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own.
Página 32 - Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they ? I pray you tell." She answered, " Seven are we ; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother ; And in the church-yard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
Página 56 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Página 51 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them. Then shifting his side, as a lawyer knows how, He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes, But what were his arguments few people know, For the court did not think they were equally wise. So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one if or but, — That whenever the Nose put...
Página 80 - Could time, his flight reversed, restore the hours, When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I prick'd them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile...
Página 34 - Had cheered 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 glow-worm 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 83 - Yon cottager who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store, Content though mean, and cheerful, if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the live-long day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light ; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding, and no wit, Receives no praise, but (though her lot be such, Toilsome and indigent) she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant...
Página 32 - A simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death...
Página 78 - THAT those lips had language! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine, — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child; chase all thy fears away!
Página 61 - 'but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair ; And look'd from that lone post of death In still yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, " My father, must I stay ?" While o'er him fast through sail and shroud The wreathing fires made way.