Select Poetry for Children. A Book for School and Home Use1855 - 68 Seiten |
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... souls to save . They laugh , and say I'm but a girl ; yet I shall older grow , And still be learning something , while I teach her what I know ; So they may laugh , my Ellen dear , for as I look at you , I seem almost a woman , when I ...
... souls to save . They laugh , and say I'm but a girl ; yet I shall older grow , And still be learning something , while I teach her what I know ; So they may laugh , my Ellen dear , for as I look at you , I seem almost a woman , when I ...
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... soul pass'd through Southernhay Lane ; For no one could doubt that the ghost was about— Denial was almost profane . When I was a boy , ' twas my tremulous joy At noon through the church - yard to pass , And there I saw nought but a ...
... soul pass'd through Southernhay Lane ; For no one could doubt that the ghost was about— Denial was almost profane . When I was a boy , ' twas my tremulous joy At noon through the church - yard to pass , And there I saw nought but a ...
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... Softly - bow the head- In reverent silence bow- No passing bell doth toll- Yet an immortal soul Is passing now . Stranger ! however great , With lowly reverence bow ; E There's one in that poor shed- One by that paltry FOR CHILDREN . 37.
... Softly - bow the head- In reverent silence bow- No passing bell doth toll- Yet an immortal soul Is passing now . Stranger ! however great , With lowly reverence bow ; E There's one in that poor shed- One by that paltry FOR CHILDREN . 37.
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... soul ? Dear smitten flock , good night ! MRS . SIGOURNEY . THE LITTLE GRAVES . ' TWAS autumn , and the leaves were dry , And rustling on the ground : And chilling winds went whistling by , With low and solemn sound ; As through the ...
... soul ? Dear smitten flock , good night ! MRS . SIGOURNEY . THE LITTLE GRAVES . ' TWAS autumn , and the leaves were dry , And rustling on the ground : And chilling winds went whistling by , With low and solemn sound ; As through the ...
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... souls , and all agog To dash through thick and thin . Smack went the whip , round went the wheels , Were never folks so glad ! The stones did rattle underneath , As if Cheapside were mad . John Gilpin , at his horse's side , Seized fast ...
... souls , and all agog To dash through thick and thin . Smack went the whip , round went the wheels , Were never folks so glad ! The stones did rattle underneath , As if Cheapside were mad . John Gilpin , at his horse's side , Seized fast ...
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beauty Billy bless blossom bottle bramble bread breath bright brother bucket which hung calender chaise cheek child churchyard cold cried dark dead dear doth Edmonton eyes fade fair father flew flowers ghost given warning glad heard heart heaven horse iron-bound bucket JOHN GILPIN kind to thy little children little eyes little fly little graves little maid live look loud mamma merry morning moss-covered bucket mother never o'er Old Jacob old oaken bucket orphan boy pity play POETRY FOR CHILDREN poor pray prayer rose say one thing SELECT POETRY side sighed sing sister SLOE smile song soon sorrow soul Southernhay Lane Speak gently speak no ill spider sweet sweetest tears tell thee thing and mean thou thought thrush Thy leaves thy mother-for Tick tread true Twas unto voice wept wild withering words wren young
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Seite 61 - He grasp'd the mane with both his hands And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin neck or nought, Away went hat and wig, He little dreamt when he set out Of running such a rig.
Seite 27 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Seite 65 - Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before.
Seite 66 - The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain! Whom in a trice he tried to stop, By catching at his rein; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
Seite 62 - The bottles twain, behind his back, were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke as they had basted been. But still he...
Seite 66 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Seite 48 - Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two arc gone to sea; " Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Seite 26 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
Seite 23 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well. How sweet from the green, mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
Seite 23 - THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the...