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... nights to every day . Who by aspersions throw a stone At the head of others , hit their own . Who looks on ground with humble eyes , Finds himself there , and seeks to rise . HERBERT . Despise not little sins - the gallant ship may sink ...
... nights to every day . Who by aspersions throw a stone At the head of others , hit their own . Who looks on ground with humble eyes , Finds himself there , and seeks to rise . HERBERT . Despise not little sins - the gallant ship may sink ...
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... 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 of days to come ? Turn , mortal , turn ! thy danger know ; Where'er thy foot can tread ...
... 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 of days to come ? Turn , mortal , turn ! thy danger know ; Where'er thy foot can tread ...
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... night , nor dawn of day , Puts a period to thy play ; Sing then- and extend thy span Far beyond the date of man . Wretched man , whose years are spent In repining discontent , Lives not , aged though he be , Half a span compar'd with ...
... night , nor dawn of day , Puts a period to thy play ; Sing then- and extend thy span Far beyond the date of man . Wretched man , whose years are spent In repining discontent , Lives not , aged though he be , Half a span compar'd with ...
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... spy the fawn at play , The hare upon the green , But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . SOUTHEY " To - night will be a stormy night- You 22 POETRY FOR Lucy Gray .......................................
... spy the fawn at play , The hare upon the green , But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . SOUTHEY " To - night will be a stormy night- You 22 POETRY FOR Lucy Gray .......................................
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Frederic Charles Cook. " To - night will be a stormy night- You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , child , to light Your mother through the snow . " “ That , father ! will I gladly do : ' Tis scarcely afternoon- The minster ...
Frederic Charles Cook. " To - night will be a stormy night- You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , child , to light Your mother through the snow . " “ That , father ! will I gladly do : ' Tis scarcely afternoon- The minster ...
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First Book of Poetry for Elementary Schools (Classic Reprint) Frederic Charles Cook Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2017 |
First Book of Poetry for Elementary Schools (Classic Reprint) Frederic Charles Cook Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2018 |
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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
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.