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Página 186 - TOLL for the brave! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Página 175 - Oh, no, no," said the little Fly; "kind sir, that cannot be; I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!" "Sweet creature!" said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings ! how brilliant are your eyes! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf ; If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.
Página 176 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by: With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, — Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head— poor foolish thing!
Página 178 - Though duly from my hand he took His pittance every night, He did it with a jealous look, And, when he could, would bite. His diet was of wheaten bread, And milk, and oats, and straw ; Thistles, or lettuces instead, With sand to scour his maw. On twigs of hawthorn he regaled, On pippins...
Página 186 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near.
Página 169 - You say the sun shines bright; 1 feel him warm, but how can he, Or make it day or night? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play; And could I ever keep awake With me 'twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You...
Página 173 - WILL you walk into my parlour?" said the spider to the fly ; " 'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did Spy:. The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I've got many curious things to show when you are there.
Página 166 - There's nothing stirring in the house Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse, Then why so busy thou ? Nay ! start not at that sparkling light ; Tis but the moon that shines so bright On the window pane bedropped with rain : Then, little Darling ! sleep again, And wake when it is day.