The Listening Child: A Selection from the Stores of English Verse, Made for the Youngest Readers and HearersMacmillan, 1903 - 408 páginas |
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... blue , and emerald green , That in the channel strays ; Whilst from off the waters fleet Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head , That bends not as I tread ; Gentle swain , at thy request I am here . Spirit ...
... blue , and emerald green , That in the channel strays ; Whilst from off the waters fleet Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head , That bends not as I tread ; Gentle swain , at thy request I am here . Spirit ...
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... blue ; ' Tis a ' to please my ain gudeman , For he's baith leal and true . Sae true his words , sae smooth his speech , His breath's like caller air ! His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stair . And will I see his face again ...
... blue ; ' Tis a ' to please my ain gudeman , For he's baith leal and true . Sae true his words , sae smooth his speech , His breath's like caller air ! His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stair . And will I see his face again ...
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... blue is her e'e ; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me down and dee . Like dew on the gowan lying Is the fa ' o ' her fairy feet ; Like the winds in summer sighing , Her voice is low and sweet , Her voice is low and sweet ; And she's ...
... blue is her e'e ; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me down and dee . Like dew on the gowan lying Is the fa ' o ' her fairy feet ; Like the winds in summer sighing , Her voice is low and sweet , Her voice is low and sweet ; And she's ...
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... blue bonnet That wanted a crown ; But now he has gotten ― A hat and a feather , - Hey , brave Johnnie lad , Cock up your beaver ! Cock up your beaver , And cock it fu ' sprush , We'll over the border And gi'e them a brush ; There's ...
... blue bonnet That wanted a crown ; But now he has gotten ― A hat and a feather , - Hey , brave Johnnie lad , Cock up your beaver ! Cock up your beaver , And cock it fu ' sprush , We'll over the border And gi'e them a brush ; There's ...
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... in the mountains ; There's life in the fountains ; Small clouds are sailing , Blue sky prevailing ; The rain is over and gone ! TO A BUTTERFLY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I'VE watch'd you now a 117 The Kitten and the Falling Leaves Written in March.
... in the mountains ; There's life in the fountains ; Small clouds are sailing , Blue sky prevailing ; The rain is over and gone ! TO A BUTTERFLY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I'VE watch'd you now a 117 The Kitten and the Falling Leaves Written in March.
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The Listening Child: A Selection from the Stories of English Verse Made for ... Visualização completa - 1900 |
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The Listening Child: A Selection from the Stores of English Verse, Made for ... Lucy W. S. Thacher Visualização completa - 1903 |
Termos e frases comuns
Allen-a-Dale baby bees Bell beneath bird bloom blow blue Bob-o'-link bold bonnie bough brave bright Charlie charming Chloe chee child County Guy darling dear doth dusty earth eyes fair Farewell flowers Glenara Glenlogie golden gray green hark hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Highlands hills Inchcape Inchcape Rock JOHN JOHN KEATS kiss Lamb laugh leaves light Lochinvar Lord Lord Lovel LORD TENNYSON loud merry moon morning mother mountain nest never night o'er Peggy pipe quoth ROBERT BURNS Robin Rock rode Rory rose round SAMUEL LOVER SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shine sing SIR WALTER SCOTT sits sleep smile song sound Spink Spring squirrel steed summer sweet tear thee thing THOMAS thou tree twas voice waves weep wild WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods young
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Página 60 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Página 57 - Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; Listen for dear honour's sake, Goddess of the silver lake, Listen and save! Listen, and appear to us, In name of great Oceanus, By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace, And Tethys...
Página 175 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 23 - A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Página 75 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Página 277 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Página 5 - O ! then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 72 - There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Página 250 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Página 62 - Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.