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... eyes . Who shuts his hand , hath lost his gold : Who opens it , hath it twice told . Who goes to bed , and doth not pray , Maketh two nights to every day . Who by aspersions throw a stone At the head of others , hit their own . Who ...
... eyes . Who shuts his hand , hath lost his gold : Who opens it , hath it twice told . Who goes to bed , and doth not pray , Maketh two nights to every day . Who by aspersions throw a stone At the head of others , hit their own . Who ...
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... eyes have seen the rosy light Of youth's soft cheek decay , And fate descend in sudden night On manhood's middle day . Our have seen the steps of age eyes Halt feebly t'wards the tomb ; And yet shall earth our hearts engage , And dreams ...
... eyes have seen the rosy light Of youth's soft cheek decay , And fate descend in sudden night On manhood's middle day . Our have seen the steps of age eyes Halt feebly t'wards the tomb ; And yet shall earth our hearts engage , And dreams ...
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... eyes , To see the approaching sacrifice ! Ride on ride on in majesty ! In lowly pomp ride on to die ! Bow thy meek head to mortal pain , Then take , O God ! thy power and reign ! MILMAN . THE CRUCIFIXION . Bound upon the accursed tree ...
... eyes , To see the approaching sacrifice ! Ride on ride on in majesty ! In lowly pomp ride on to die ! Bow thy meek head to mortal pain , Then take , O God ! thy power and reign ! MILMAN . THE CRUCIFIXION . Bound upon the accursed tree ...
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... eye And sorrow is unknown ; From the burthen of the flesh , And from care and fear released , Where the wicked cease from troubling And the weary are at rest . The toilsome way thou'st travell❜d o'er , And borne the heavy load , But ...
... eye And sorrow is unknown ; From the burthen of the flesh , And from care and fear released , Where the wicked cease from troubling And the weary are at rest . The toilsome way thou'st travell❜d o'er , And borne the heavy load , But ...
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... eye , Who was it sung sweet lullaby , And rock'd me that I should not cry ? My Mother . Who sat and watch'd my infant head , When sleeping in my cradle - bed , And tears of sweet affection shed ? My Mother . When pain and sickness made ...
... eye , Who was it sung sweet lullaby , And rock'd me that I should not cry ? My Mother . Who sat and watch'd my infant head , When sleeping in my cradle - bed , And tears of sweet affection shed ? My Mother . When pain and sickness made ...
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Términos y frases comunes
BARRY CORNWALL battle bell beneath blessing bosom bright brothers busy busy bee CASABIANCA cease from troubling cheer Chevy Chase child Christ church-yard darkness dead death deep doth dwell Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth eyes fallow deer father William fear flowers gallant grace green hath hear heard heart heaven hills holly tree horned owl Hosanna Lord hour humming bird Inchcape Rock Jesus King lamb light little maid lonely look look'd Lord Percy MARY HOWITT merry merry England Mother mountain never night o'er pleasant POETRY FOR ELEMENTARY prayer pride ride roar round shepherd shines sigh sing Sing-sing Sir Hugh Montgomery Sir Ralph SIR WALTER Scott Skiddaw sleep song soul sound SOUTHEY stormy tempests blow sweet tell thee thine things thou art thou busy busy thou hast thought tide tis Thou unto wicked cease wind wood word WORDSWORTH youth
Pasajes populares
Página 25 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they? I pray you tell.
Página 26 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them. " And often after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. "The first that died was little Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away.
Página 56 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 98 - Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple sea, Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again shall be. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford Bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day; For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, % Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
Página 7 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Página 22 - Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day . The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door!
Página 56 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Página 47 - ... ever ran ; And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new. " Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as they are now, Then I'll yoke thee to my cart like a pony in the plough...
Página 56 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Página 7 - Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would His favour secure ; Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.