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... falls down , the spaniels sleep , And spiders from their cobwebs peep . Hark ! how the chairs and tables crack ; Old Betty's joints are on the rack ; Loud quack the ducks , the peacocks cry , The distant hills are seeming nigh . How ...
... falls down , the spaniels sleep , And spiders from their cobwebs peep . Hark ! how the chairs and tables crack ; Old Betty's joints are on the rack ; Loud quack the ducks , the peacocks cry , The distant hills are seeming nigh . How ...
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... fall , As if they felt the piercing ball . T'will surely rain . I see with sorrow Our jaunt must be put off to - morrow . JENNER . ADDRESS TO A CHILD . BY A FEMALE FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR . What way does the wind come ? What way does he go ...
... fall , As if they felt the piercing ball . T'will surely rain . I see with sorrow Our jaunt must be put off to - morrow . JENNER . ADDRESS TO A CHILD . BY A FEMALE FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR . What way does the wind come ? What way does he go ...
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... fall of the cistus - flower , I heard thee last as I saw thee first , When the primrose - tree blossom was ready to burst , In the coolness of the evening hour I heard thee , thou busy busy bee ! Thou art a miser , thou busy busy bee ...
... fall of the cistus - flower , I heard thee last as I saw thee first , When the primrose - tree blossom was ready to burst , In the coolness of the evening hour I heard thee , thou busy busy bee ! Thou art a miser , thou busy busy bee ...
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... Works in thy sight , like waves beneath the sun , Conspicuous ! and a thousand nameless acts That lurk in lonely secrecy , and die E Unnoticed , like the trodden flowers which fall Beneath a ELEMENTARY SCHOOLS . 37 The Widow's Mite.
... Works in thy sight , like waves beneath the sun , Conspicuous ! and a thousand nameless acts That lurk in lonely secrecy , and die E Unnoticed , like the trodden flowers which fall Beneath a ELEMENTARY SCHOOLS . 37 The Widow's Mite.
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Frederic Charles Cook. Unnoticed , like the trodden flowers which fall Beneath a proud man's foot , to thee are known , And written with a sunbeam in the Book Of Life , where mercy fills the brightest page . R. MONTGOMERY . A SABBATH ...
Frederic Charles Cook. Unnoticed , like the trodden flowers which fall Beneath a proud man's foot , to thee are known , And written with a sunbeam in the Book Of Life , where mercy fills the brightest page . R. MONTGOMERY . A SABBATH ...
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First Book of Poetry for Elementary Schools (Classic Reprint) Frederic Charles Cook Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
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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.