Poetry for children, selected and arranged with notes by E.A. Helps, Band 3Edmund Arthur Helps 1884 |
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... ! where's my Johnny ? " " I'm here , what is't you want with me ? " " O sir ! you know I'm Betty Foy , And I have lost my poor dear boy , You know him - him you often see ; 255 . " He's not so wise as some folk be 14 THE IDIOT BOY .
... ! where's my Johnny ? " " I'm here , what is't you want with me ? " " O sir ! you know I'm Betty Foy , And I have lost my poor dear boy , You know him - him you often see ; 255 . " He's not so wise as some folk be 14 THE IDIOT BOY .
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... dear , dear pony ! my sweet joy ! Oh , carry back my Idiot Boy ! And we will ne'er o'erload thee more . " 300 A thought is come into her head : 66 The pony he is mild and good , And we have always used him well : Perhaps he's gone along ...
... dear , dear pony ! my sweet joy ! Oh , carry back my Idiot Boy ! And we will ne'er o'erload thee more . " 300 A thought is come into her head : 66 The pony he is mild and good , And we have always used him well : Perhaps he's gone along ...
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... dear , That lived in Islington . 25 Yet she was coy and would not believe 5 That he did love her so , No , nor at any time would she Any countenance to him show . Islington in Norfolk is probably the place here meant . But when his ...
... dear , That lived in Islington . 25 Yet she was coy and would not believe 5 That he did love her so , No , nor at any time would she Any countenance to him show . Islington in Norfolk is probably the place here meant . But when his ...
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... dear ; She secretly stole away . She pulled off her gown of green , And put on ragged attire , And to fair London she would go Her true love to inquire . And as she went along the high road , The weather being hot and dry , She sat her ...
... dear ; She secretly stole away . She pulled off her gown of green , And put on ragged attire , And to fair London she would go Her true love to inquire . And as she went along the high road , The weather being hot and dry , She sat her ...
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... dear , She who had fainted with her fear , Rejoiced when waking she espies , The child ; when she can trust her eyes , And touches the blind boy . 235 She led him home , and wept amain , When 32 THE BLIND HIGHLAND BOY .
... dear , She who had fainted with her fear , Rejoiced when waking she espies , The child ; when she can trust her eyes , And touches the blind boy . 235 She led him home , and wept amain , When 32 THE BLIND HIGHLAND BOY .
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
alludes Antonio Arth Bassanio battle of Evesham beauty beneath Betty Betty Foy bird blood brave breath Bregenz called castle cheer clouds cried dark daughter dead dear death deed deep doth Duke dusky ridge earth echoing green eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair fanciful father fear feast feeling fire flowers gentle give grave happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill honour horse Hubert Idiot Boy Islington Johnny king lady light limbs live look lord LORD BYRON maid Marmion means mind morning ne'er noble noise o'er perly pilgrim boy Portia pretty Bessy pride prince quoth red-cross knight rising Romford round Shylock sight smile sorrow soul sound spirit steed stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Twas verses voice wandering wave wild wind wood word youth ΙΟ
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 172 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Seite 221 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Seite 121 - And there was mounting in hot haste ; the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Seite 100 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Seite 202 - Duty! if that name thou love, Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe ; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
Seite 221 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Seite 99 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly...
Seite 174 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, 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.
Seite 101 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd 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 learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Seite 240 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made • And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.