Select poetry for children: with notes, arranged by J. Payne, Utgave 690Joseph Payne 1874 |
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... Poor , the ...... Southey 85 Constantinople Miss Aikin .. 218 Contented Blind Boy , the Cibber 20 Cottager and his Landlord , the ... Cowper .......... 171 Cricket , the .. .................. . Cowper ........... 188 Crocus , the 25 ...
... Poor , the ...... Southey 85 Constantinople Miss Aikin .. 218 Contented Blind Boy , the Cibber 20 Cottager and his Landlord , the ... Cowper .......... 171 Cricket , the .. .................. . Cowper ........... 188 Crocus , the 25 ...
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... Poor , the unregarded Toils of the Priest and the Mulberry Tree , the Principle put to the Test Rain in Summer Reasons for Mirth Retired Cat , the ........................... . Reveillé , the Robin pursuing a Butterfly , the ... Romance ...
... Poor , the unregarded Toils of the Priest and the Mulberry Tree , the Principle put to the Test Rain in Summer Reasons for Mirth Retired Cat , the ........................... . Reveillé , the Robin pursuing a Butterfly , the ... Romance ...
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... poor Harlequin fell ; Yet he touched not the ground , but with talons 1 out- spread , Hung suspended in air at the end of a thread . Then the Grasshopper came , with a jerk and a spring ; Very long was his leg , though but short was his ...
... poor Harlequin fell ; Yet he touched not the ground , but with talons 1 out- spread , Hung suspended in air at the end of a thread . Then the Grasshopper came , with a jerk and a spring ; Very long was his leg , though but short was his ...
Side 14
... poor neighbour's unfortunate doom , And wrote these few lines , to be placed on his tomb : EPITAPH . At this solemn spot , where the green rushes wave , In sadness we bent o'er the Butterfly's grave ; " Twas here the last tribute to ...
... poor neighbour's unfortunate doom , And wrote these few lines , to be placed on his tomb : EPITAPH . At this solemn spot , where the green rushes wave , In sadness we bent o'er the Butterfly's grave ; " Twas here the last tribute to ...
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... poor , and wandered out At night - fall 2 in the street , To beg from rich men's tables Dry scraps of broken meat . So she knocked at old Web - Spinner's door With a modest tap , and low , And down stairs came he speedily Like an arrow ...
... poor , and wandered out At night - fall 2 in the street , To beg from rich men's tables Dry scraps of broken meat . So she knocked at old Web - Spinner's door With a modest tap , and low , And down stairs came he speedily Like an arrow ...
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Select poetry for children: with notes, arranged by J. Payne Joseph Payne Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1839 |
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Side 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.
Side 313 - 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.
Side 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.
Side 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!
Side 292 - 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.
Side 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.
Side 315 - 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.
Side 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!
Side 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...
Side 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.