The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four PartsC. Scribner, 1868 |
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... door , She tried the crevice in the floor , And drove the chimney soot in . And there one night when it was dark , She blew up such a tiny spark , That all the house was pothered ; From it she raised up such a flame , As flared away to ...
... door , She tried the crevice in the floor , And drove the chimney soot in . And there one night when it was dark , She blew up such a tiny spark , That all the house was pothered ; From it she raised up such a flame , As flared away to ...
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... , who stood in the door ; " Good - night ! " answered Fanny , come back in the morn , And " L you and your chicks shall have more . " " Quack , quack ! " said the duck , GARLAND . 81 In that beautiful place he has gone to prepare ...
... , who stood in the door ; " Good - night ! " answered Fanny , come back in the morn , And " L you and your chicks shall have more . " " Quack , quack ! " said the duck , GARLAND . 81 In that beautiful place he has gone to prepare ...
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... the kitten , winking her eyes , And twitching her tail in a droll surprise- " Life ? O , it's racing over the floor , Out at the window and in at the door ; Now on the chairback , now on the table , 86 THE SCHOOL - GIRL'S XXXII. ...
... the kitten , winking her eyes , And twitching her tail in a droll surprise- " Life ? O , it's racing over the floor , Out at the window and in at the door ; Now on the chairback , now on the table , 86 THE SCHOOL - GIRL'S XXXII. ...
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... ! But now that you know Life's not precisely The thing your fancy pictured so nicely , Off and away ! race over the floor , Out of the window , and in at the door ; Roll in the turf and bask in the sun , 88 THE SCHOOL - GIRL'S.
... ! But now that you know Life's not precisely The thing your fancy pictured so nicely , Off and away ! race over the floor , Out of the window , and in at the door ; Roll in the turf and bask in the sun , 88 THE SCHOOL - GIRL'S.
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... Buttercups and Daisies Spring up everywhere . Little hardy flowers , Like to children poor , Playing in their sturdy health , By their mother's door ; Purple with the north - wind , Yet alert and GARLAND . 15 XXXVI. ...
... Buttercups and Daisies Spring up everywhere . Little hardy flowers , Like to children poor , Playing in their sturdy health , By their mother's door ; Purple with the north - wind , Yet alert and GARLAND . 15 XXXVI. ...
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The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four Parts, Volume 1 Caroline Matilda Kirkland Visualização integral - 1868 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
angel beautiful beneath bird blessed blow blue brave breast breath bright brow Caldon Low cheer child clouds cried dark dear death deep door doth earth Eliza Cook eyes face fair father fear flowers Frances Anne Kemble glory glow golden green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven jackdaw John Gilpin Katydid kiss lady land Leigh Hunt light lips LITTLE ROBIN REDBREASTS live look Lord Mary Howitt merry morning mother mountain ne'er Nearer never night o'er ocean Pixies poor pray prayer rest rose round sail Samian wine shine shore sing sleep smile snow soft song 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
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Página 103 - To you, in David's town, this day " Is born of David's line " The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; " And this shall be the sign. " The heavenly Babe you there shall find " To human view displayed, " All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
Página 51 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts ; — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
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 ('t was all he wished) a friend.
Página 227 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
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 202 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Página 331 - Love'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 264 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Página 221 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers would not know THY ways, And THOU hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ; When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And...
Página 89 - ... own ladles, split open the kegs of salted sprats, made nests inside men's Sunday hats, and even spoiled the women's chats, by drowning their speaking -with shrieking and squeaking in fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body to the Town Hall came flocking: "'Tis clear...