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... play by H. N. Maugham ; Mr. John Lane for poems by Rands , Graham Robertson , and for two extracts from John Davidson's Fleet Street Eclogues ; the Editor of A Sailor's Garland , and Messrs . Methuen , its pub- lishers ; to Messrs ...
... play by H. N. Maugham ; Mr. John Lane for poems by Rands , Graham Robertson , and for two extracts from John Davidson's Fleet Street Eclogues ; the Editor of A Sailor's Garland , and Messrs . Methuen , its pub- lishers ; to Messrs ...
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... • 32 • 33 35 36 Norman Gale 37 W. Roscoe 38 S. T. Coleridge Sydney Dobell W. Shakespeare A Prescription for a Spring Morning John Davidson The Country Faith The Butterfly's Ball TASTES AND PREFERENCES TOYS AND PLAY , IN - DOORS X Contents.
... • 32 • 33 35 36 Norman Gale 37 W. Roscoe 38 S. T. Coleridge Sydney Dobell W. Shakespeare A Prescription for a Spring Morning John Davidson The Country Faith The Butterfly's Ball TASTES AND PREFERENCES TOYS AND PLAY , IN - DOORS X Contents.
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Kenneth Grahame. TASTES AND PREFERENCES TOYS AND PLAY , IN - DOORS AND OUT PAGE 42 · 43 · 44 45 DREAM - LAND · 47 • 48 · 50 51 355 35 54 56 57 • 5955 61 65 67 69 20 70 220 76 77 FUR AND FEATHER CHRISTMAS POEMS NATURE , COUNTRY , AND. A ...
Kenneth Grahame. TASTES AND PREFERENCES TOYS AND PLAY , IN - DOORS AND OUT PAGE 42 · 43 · 44 45 DREAM - LAND · 47 • 48 · 50 51 355 35 54 56 57 • 5955 61 65 67 69 20 70 220 76 77 FUR AND FEATHER CHRISTMAS POEMS NATURE , COUNTRY , AND. A ...
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... Pussy , her coat is so warm , And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm ; So I'll not pull her tail , nor drive her away , But Pussy and I very gently will play . Kitty : What She Thinks of Herself I am the 14 Mrs. E. Prentiss.
... Pussy , her coat is so warm , And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm ; So I'll not pull her tail , nor drive her away , But Pussy and I very gently will play . Kitty : What She Thinks of Herself I am the 14 Mrs. E. Prentiss.
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... sat on the spray , Or the traveller grave on the king's high- way . It was not too nice ' to hustle the bags Of the beggar , and flutter his dirty rags ; nice : particular . ' Twas so bold that it feared not to play 26 William Howitt.
... sat on the spray , Or the traveller grave on the king's high- way . It was not too nice ' to hustle the bags Of the beggar , and flutter his dirty rags ; nice : particular . ' Twas so bold that it feared not to play 26 William Howitt.
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Página 128 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst : Oh hear!
Página 161 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
Página 73 - 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...
Página 80 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb : ' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
Página 155 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs, Which ne'er might be repeated...
Página 58 - Philomel with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby. Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby. Never harm Nor spell nor charm Come our lovely lady nigh. So good night, with lullaby.
Página 135 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
Página 140 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave; For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...