A poetical reading book [ed.] by W. M'GavinWilliam M'Gavin (editor of The union school song garland) 1879 |
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Side 5
... silent mere ! about whose marges spring , Pansies , lilies , king - cups , daisies , Pet lamb , The Pettychap's nest , The - Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray , Poet's resting place , Poor man's day , The Reapers , The Remember ...
... silent mere ! about whose marges spring , Pansies , lilies , king - cups , daisies , Pet lamb , The Pettychap's nest , The - Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray , Poet's resting place , Poor man's day , The Reapers , The Remember ...
Side 13
... silence of the evening hour , Heard I thee , thou busy , busy Bee ! Southey . THE ROSE . How fair is the rose ! what a beautiful flower ! The glory of April and May ! But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour , And they wither and ...
... silence of the evening hour , Heard I thee , thou busy , busy Bee ! Southey . THE ROSE . How fair is the rose ! what a beautiful flower ! The glory of April and May ! But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour , And they wither and ...
Side 16
... silence I'll take my way ; I will not go on like that blustering train , The wind and the snow , the hail and the rain , Who make so much bustle and noise in vain ; - But I'll be as busy as they . " Then he flew to the mountain and ...
... silence I'll take my way ; I will not go on like that blustering train , The wind and the snow , the hail and the rain , Who make so much bustle and noise in vain ; - But I'll be as busy as they . " Then he flew to the mountain and ...
Side 18
... silent flowers are falling slow , And ' mid the general hush , A sweet air lifts the little bough , Lone whispering through the bush ! The primrose to the grave is gone ; The hawthorn flower is dead ; The violet by the moss'd grey stone ...
... silent flowers are falling slow , And ' mid the general hush , A sweet air lifts the little bough , Lone whispering through the bush ! The primrose to the grave is gone ; The hawthorn flower is dead ; The violet by the moss'd grey stone ...
Side 22
... silent sky , With silent earth below , We shall see far off to his lonely rock , The lonely eagle go . Then softly , softly will we tread By inland streams to see , Where the cormorant of the silent north , Sits there all silently . We ...
... silent sky , With silent earth below , We shall see far off to his lonely rock , The lonely eagle go . Then softly , softly will we tread By inland streams to see , Where the cormorant of the silent north , Sits there all silently . We ...
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A poetical reading book [ed.] by W. M'Gavin William M'Gavin (editor of The union school song garland) Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1862 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Baron beautiful Blackbird Bluebottle bough bower boy o'the mountain bright buds busy Bee Butter-cups and daisies Charlotte Smith child cockatoo cottage cowslip creeping everywhere crocus dance dead dear deer door dost doth e'er earth Ebenezer Elliott eyes fair fields fly away home garland gentle glee golden grass green happy Harston haste hawthorn hear heard heart hill J. S. Stallybrass Joanna Baillie John Barleycorn John Clare lady lady-bird leaves light Little Bell little birds Little lamb look Mary Howitt merry morning ne'er nest never night o'er orphan boy peep poor dog pretty primrose rejoice rest ROBIN'S NEST rose round shines sight silent sing sleep smiles song Spider spring-flowers Squirrel sunny sunny brow sweet tell thee thou busy tree Twas violet wake wandered weary Web-Spinner wild William Cullen Bryant wind winglets wings wood Wood-Mouse woodland
Populære avsnitt
Side 7 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger.
Side 68 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Side 7 - I'll tell thee, Little Lamb, I'll tell thee, He is called by thy name, For he calls himself a Lamb.
Side 55 - These pretty Babes with hand in hand Went wandering up and down; But never more they saw the Man Approaching from the Town. In both these stanzas the words, and the order of the words, in no respect differ from the most unimpassioned conversation. There are words in both, for example, ' the Strand,
Side 32 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Side 42 - A rose's brief bright life of joy, Such unto him was given ! — Go, thou must play alone, my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven." " And has he left the birds and flowers ? And must I call in vain ? And, through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again ? " And by the brook, and in the glade, Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me played, Would I had loved him more !
Side 8 - 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 63 - With soaring up so high ; Will you rest upon my little bed? " Said the spider to the fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around, The sheets are fine and thin ; And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in.
Side 62 - The youth obeyed, and sought for game In forests far away, Where, deep in silence and in moss, The ancient woodland lay. But once, in autumn's golden time, He ranged the wild in vain, Nor roused the pheasant nor the deer, And wandered home again. The crescent moon and crimson eve Shone with a mingling light...
Side 32 - HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove ! Thou messenger of spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. Soon as the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear. Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers.