Select poetry for children: with notes, arranged by J. Payne, Edição 690Joseph Payne 1874 |
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... dear Pat , to our poor dog , Tray . ' Poor dog ! he was faithful and kind , to be sure , And he constantly loved me , although I was poor ; When the sour - looking folks sent me heartless I had always a friend in my poor dog , Tray ...
... dear Pat , to our poor dog , Tray . ' Poor dog ! he was faithful and kind , to be sure , And he constantly loved me , although I was poor ; When the sour - looking folks sent me heartless I had always a friend in my poor dog , Tray ...
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... so in thee ? Things that I know not of , belike to thee are dear , And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear . 1 That did thee yean - that gave birth to thee . " Alas ! the mountain tops , that look so 38 SELECT POETRY.
... so in thee ? Things that I know not of , belike to thee are dear , And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear . 1 That did thee yean - that gave birth to thee . " Alas ! the mountain tops , that look so 38 SELECT POETRY.
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... dear sir , did you lay nothing by When the weather was warm ? " Said the cricket , " Not I ! My heart was so light That I sang day and night , For all nature looked gay . ” " You sang , sir , you say ? Go , then , " said the ant , " and ...
... dear sir , did you lay nothing by When the weather was warm ? " Said the cricket , " Not I ! My heart was so light That I sang day and night , For all nature looked gay . ” " You sang , sir , you say ? Go , then , " said the ant , " and ...
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... dear nest , when lo ! To legs and wings the young ones took , Hopping and tumbling to and fro ; 1 Cowering - sinking by bending the knees . 2 Harpoon - a dart to strike whales with . The parents chattering from above , With all the ...
... dear nest , when lo ! To legs and wings the young ones took , Hopping and tumbling to and fro ; 1 Cowering - sinking by bending the knees . 2 Harpoon - a dart to strike whales with . The parents chattering from above , With all the ...
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... dear brother Jim , That lightly draws its breath , And feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl , She was eight years old , she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered ...
... dear brother Jim , That lightly draws its breath , And feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl , She was eight years old , she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
babe beautiful beneath bird bloom blue breast breath breeze bright Charlotte Smith cheer child Cophetua Cowper cried dark dear delight doth earth fair fear flower fly away home foam fruit Gelert Gilpin glow-worm green hair hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills homeless birds Inchcape Rock Jane Taylor Jean Ingelow John Barleycorn John Gilpin John of England lamb land LATIN OF VINCENT leaves light live look loud Mary Howitt merry moon morning mother ne'er nest never night o'er passed play poor praise Puss rest roam rocks rose round sail shade shine sight sing sleep smiled snow song soon sound steed stood summer sweet tell thee thine things thou thought tree Twas VINCENT BOURNE voice wandered watch waves wild wind wing woods young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 79 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? 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." "You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven ! I pray you tell, Sweet Maid, how this may be.
Página 317 - And nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." "Come, wander with me," she said, "Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvelous tale.
Página 29 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
Página 206 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, Well done!
Página 296 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Página 249 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
Página 319 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
Página 57 - I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek, and He is mild; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Página 110 - He plied his work ; — and Lucy took The lantern in her hand. Not blither is the mountain roe: With many" a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow, That rises up like smoke. The storm came on before its time: She wandered up and down ; And many a hill did Lucy climb: But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlook'd the moor; And thence...
Página 207 - The bottles twain behind his back were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke, as they had basted been. But still he seemed to carry weight, with leathern girdle braced ; For all might see the bottle-necks still dangling at his waist.