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... rich man asked of me . " Come , walk abroad with me , " I said , " And I will answer thee . " ' T was evening , and the frozen streets Were cheerless to behold , And we were wrapt and coated well , And yet we were a - cold . We met an ...
... rich man asked of me . " Come , walk abroad with me , " I said , " And I will answer thee . " ' T was evening , and the frozen streets Were cheerless to behold , And we were wrapt and coated well , And yet we were a - cold . We met an ...
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... begging back her way . I turned me to the rich man then , For silently stood he ; - " You asked me why the poor complain , And these have answered thee . " CLEANLINESS . - Miss Lamb . - COME , my THE COMPLAINTS OF THE POOR . 9.
... begging back her way . I turned me to the rich man then , For silently stood he ; - " You asked me why the poor complain , And these have answered thee . " CLEANLINESS . - Miss Lamb . - COME , my THE COMPLAINTS OF THE POOR . 9.
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" And for the fruits and flowers Which thou hast brought to me , Rich blessing shall be given A thousand - fold to thee ! " For in the fields of heaven Thou shalt roam with me at will , And of bright fruits celestial , Thou shalt have ...
" And for the fruits and flowers Which thou hast brought to me , Rich blessing shall be given A thousand - fold to thee ! " For in the fields of heaven Thou shalt roam with me at will , And of bright fruits celestial , Thou shalt have ...
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... rich man , no carking care they know , Like lilies in the sunshine , how beautiful they grow ! And well may they be beautiful ; in raiment of the best , In velvet , gold , and ermine , their little forms are drest . With a hat and ...
... rich man , no carking care they know , Like lilies in the sunshine , how beautiful they grow ! And well may they be beautiful ; in raiment of the best , In velvet , gold , and ermine , their little forms are drest . With a hat and ...
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... rich and high . They dwell in lordly houses , with gardens round about , And servants to attend them if they go in or out . They have music for the hearing , and pictures for the eye , And exquisite and costly things each sense to grat ...
... rich and high . They dwell in lordly houses , with gardens round about , And servants to attend them if they go in or out . They have music for the hearing , and pictures for the eye , And exquisite and costly things each sense to grat ...
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Termos e frases comuns
beauty beneath bird Birdie blessed bloom breast breath bright brow canst cheer child coursers Crocodile customed hill dark dear death delight dost doth E'en earth fair fairy father fear flowers fly away home glory gone grass grave green grief hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Inchcape Inchcape rock John Barleycorn King lady lady-bird land light live look Lord loud Mary Howitt maun merry mind mother mountain mourn ne'er never night numbers o'er Old English Poetry Patrick Spence poor praise Queen renegado rock rose round sail Samian wine shining shining book shore silent sing singing bee sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spring stars storm stream sweet tears tempests thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought top-mast tree voice wakeful eye wandering waves weep wild wind wings
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Página 70 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Página 111 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
Página 64 - Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Página 128 - The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Página 156 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Página 75 - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway.
Página 162 - Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said — 'And they answered not our cheer ! The planks look warped ! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below That eats the she-wolf's young.
Página 134 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 76 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Página 102 - I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, 'Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.