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... comes frozen home in pail ; When blood is nipt , and ways be foul , Then nightly sings the staring owl , Tuwhoo ! Tuwhit ! tuwhoo ! a merry note , While greasy Joan doth keel * the pot . SHAKSPERE . * In Ireland this word is still used ...
... comes frozen home in pail ; When blood is nipt , and ways be foul , Then nightly sings the staring owl , Tuwhoo ! Tuwhit ! tuwhoo ! a merry note , While greasy Joan doth keel * the pot . SHAKSPERE . * In Ireland this word is still used ...
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... comes again to the cabbage . Last of all , he takes over the goat , and so all are saved . Father . Bravo , William . Right . The man must , indeed , do as you say . we give blame let Before ought not rather to take it . to find out ...
... comes again to the cabbage . Last of all , he takes over the goat , and so all are saved . Father . Bravo , William . Right . The man must , indeed , do as you say . we give blame let Before ought not rather to take it . to find out ...
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... comes , a pilgrim grey , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair , To dwell a weeping hermit there . Harwich carriage creeping THERE once was a school - boy SECOND ENGLISH READER . 51.
... comes , a pilgrim grey , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair , To dwell a weeping hermit there . Harwich carriage creeping THERE once was a school - boy SECOND ENGLISH READER . 51.
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... comes late in the night , when all are asleep , out of her house in heaven , without the least noise . Then she leads her flock over the wide fields of the sky , for all the white stars are the moon's sheep . They do not hurt one ...
... comes late in the night , when all are asleep , out of her house in heaven , without the least noise . Then she leads her flock over the wide fields of the sky , for all the white stars are the moon's sheep . They do not hurt one ...
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... comes and softly takes off the cover that was over them , and calls to them , " Little ones , get up , it is time . " Then their little heads soon peep out , and they begin to open their little eyes . [ These short pieces may be used as ...
... comes and softly takes off the cover that was over them , and calls to them , " Little ones , get up , it is time . " Then their little heads soon peep out , and they begin to open their little eyes . [ These short pieces may be used as ...
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angels angry answered apples Baal basket beautiful bird blind booby bread bright butterflies cabbage called Changeling chanticleer cherries child clatter crab cried cuckoo dear dormouse duck duckling eyes farthing fast father fiddle fiddler fingers flew flowers frightened gamboge garden give glad goat grey grow hark hear heard heart heaven horse hundred jingle keep lampreys lark laughed Leonard look master meadow merchant merrily merry millions moon morning mother neighbour never night north wind doth once peep pence Peter Piper pickling pepper Piep play pleasant pocket poor thing reapers rill road round sing sleep snow song soon Spring sure sweet SWEET and low tell thought thousand told town tree trouble Turkey ugly ugly duckling wanted wind doth blow wolf wonder wood words
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Сторінка 81 - 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. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep,...
Сторінка 30 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When...
Сторінка 9 - THE cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
Сторінка 87 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Сторінка 116 - THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW he north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then, Poor thing? He'll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing.
Сторінка 51 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Сторінка 90 - They have left their nests in the forest bough ; Those homes of delight they need not now ; And the young and the old they wander out, And traverse their green world round about : And hark ! at the top of this leafy hall, How one to the other they lovingly call ;
Сторінка 90 - Come up! come up! for the world is fair Where the merry leaves dance in the summer air." And the birds below give back the cry, "We come, we come to the branches high.
Сторінка 87 - I heard a fair one cry; But give to me the snoring breeze And white waves heaving high; And white waves heaving high, my lads, The good ship tight and free — The world of waters is our home, And merry men are we.
Сторінка 48 - Hark, hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings. And Phoebus gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that lies ; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes : With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet arise ; Arise, arise ! Clo.