The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Band 1,Seiten 1-456H. Holt, 1915 - 3742 Seiten |
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... cold and gray : Rebels within thee , and foes without , Will snatch at thy crown . Martyr , yet monarch ! till angels shout , But march on , glorious , As thou sittest at the feet of God victorious , " Philip , the king ! " Dinah Maria ...
... cold and gray : Rebels within thee , and foes without , Will snatch at thy crown . Martyr , yet monarch ! till angels shout , But march on , glorious , As thou sittest at the feet of God victorious , " Philip , the king ! " Dinah Maria ...
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... cold , Pease - pudding in the pot , Nine days old . Some like it hot , Some like it cold , Some like it in the pot , Nine days old . HEY , diddle , diddle , The cat and the fiddle , The cow jumped over the moon ; The little dog laughed ...
... cold , Pease - pudding in the pot , Nine days old . Some like it hot , Some like it cold , Some like it in the pot , Nine days old . HEY , diddle , diddle , The cat and the fiddle , The cow jumped over the moon ; The little dog laughed ...
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... cold , the nights are long , The north - wind sings a doleful song ; Then hush again upon my breast ; All merry things are now at rest , Save thee , my pretty love ! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth ; The crickets long have ceased ...
... cold , the nights are long , The north - wind sings a doleful song ; Then hush again upon my breast ; All merry things are now at rest , Save thee , my pretty love ! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth ; The crickets long have ceased ...
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... cold were the weather , or dear were the food , John never was found in a murmuring mood ; For this he was constantly heard to declare , - What he could not prevent he would cheerfully bear . " For why should I grumble and murmur ? " he ...
... cold were the weather , or dear were the food , John never was found in a murmuring mood ; For this he was constantly heard to declare , - What he could not prevent he would cheerfully bear . " For why should I grumble and murmur ? " he ...
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... cold , or in the warm , Mean him good , or mean him harm , Wheresoever fate may bring you , The vile snake will always sting you . Charles and Mary Lamb " THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL " THERE was a little girl , who had a little curl Right ...
... cold , or in the warm , Mean him good , or mean him harm , Wheresoever fate may bring you , The vile snake will always sting you . Charles and Mary Lamb " THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL " THERE was a little girl , who had a little curl Right ...
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Alfred Tennyson angels babe Baby Bell bairn beauty Bell Ben Bolt bird bless blue Blynken breast bright Charlie's sake child Cock Robin cold cried dark dear door doth dream earth eyes face fair fairy fear feet flower George Gordon Byron girl glad gray green hair hand happy Hartley Coleridge hath head hear heard heart heaven James Russell Lowell kiss lambs laugh light live look Lord lullaby maid merry moon morning mother Nathaniel Parker Willis never night o'er play poems poor pray pretty Raggedy Robert Louis Stevenson Robin rose round shining sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul stars tears tell thee things Thomas Hood thought tree Walter Savage Landor weary weep William William Blake William Wordsworth wind wings wonder young youth
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Seite 206 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Seite 369 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Seite 357 - 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.
Seite 439 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Seite 319 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Seite 304 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Seite 79 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Seite 218 - Nature that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat, the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.
Seite 425 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember...
Seite 217 - Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.