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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... II Come unto these yellow sands , And then take hands : Courtsied when you have , and kiss'd , The wild waves whist , Foot it featly here and there ; And , sweet Sprites , the burthen bear . Hark , hark ! Bow - wow , The watch 6.
... II Come unto these yellow sands , And then take hands : Courtsied when you have , and kiss'd , The wild waves whist , Foot it featly here and there ; And , sweet Sprites , the burthen bear . Hark , hark ! Bow - wow , The watch 6.
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... Hand in hand , with fairy grace , We will sing and bless this place . A MADRIGAL From THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE RABBED age II.
... Hand in hand , with fairy grace , We will sing and bless this place . A MADRIGAL From THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE RABBED age II.
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... hand here of Love , Wherein my Lady rideth ! Each that draws is a swan or a dove , And well the car Love guideth . As she goes , all hearts do duty Unto her beauty ; And enamoured do wish , so they might But enjoy such a sight , That ...
... hand here of Love , Wherein my Lady rideth ! Each that draws is a swan or a dove , And well the car Love guideth . As she goes , all hearts do duty Unto her beauty ; And enamoured do wish , so they might But enjoy such a sight , That ...
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... hands have touched it ? Have you marked but the fall o ' the snow Before the soil hath smutched it ? Have you felt the wool of beaver ? Or swan's down ever ? Or have smelt o ' the bud o ' the brier ? Or the nard in the fire ? Or have ...
... hands have touched it ? Have you marked but the fall o ' the snow Before the soil hath smutched it ? Have you felt the wool of beaver ? Or swan's down ever ? Or have smelt o ' the bud o ' the brier ? Or the nard in the fire ? Or have ...
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... oak Sat'milking her fair flock : ' Mongst that sweet - strainèd moisture , rare delight , Her hand seemed milk , in milk it was so white . A ΤΟ ΡΑΝ JOHN FLETCHER LL ye woods , and 28 DRUMMOND, WILLIAM (1585-1649 Phyllis.
... oak Sat'milking her fair flock : ' Mongst that sweet - strainèd moisture , rare delight , Her hand seemed milk , in milk it was so white . A ΤΟ ΡΑΝ JOHN FLETCHER LL ye woods , and 28 DRUMMOND, WILLIAM (1585-1649 Phyllis.
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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.