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Сторінка 61 - I HAVE a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
Сторінка 62 - ... ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep...
Сторінка 66 - All the earth is full of music, Little May, — Bird, and bee, and water singing On its way. Let their silver voices fall On thy heart with happy call: " Praise the Lord, who loveth all,
Сторінка 104 - Suppose your task, my little man, Is very hard to get, Will it make it any easier For you to sit and fret? And...
Сторінка 104 - And wouldn't it be wiser Than waiting like a dunce, To go to work in earnest And learn the thing at once? Suppose that some boys have a horse, And some a coach and pair, Will it tire you less while walking To say, "It isn't fair"?
Сторінка 72 - AT evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home and talk and sing, And do not play at anything. Now, with my little gun, I crawl All in the dark along the wall, And follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back. There, in the night, where none can spy, All in my hunter's camp I lie, And play at books that I have read Till it is time to go to bed.
Сторінка 100 - In heat the landscape quivering lies; The cattle pant beneath the tree; Through parching air and purple skies The earth looks up, in vain, for thee ; For thee — for thee, it looks in vain, O gentle, gentle summer rain!
Сторінка 73 - So, when my nurse comes in for me, Home I return across the sea, And go to bed with backward looks At my dear Land of Story-books.
Сторінка 65 - O'er their way? Do you know how low and sweet O'er the pebbles at their feet, Are the words the waves repeat, Night and day ? Have you heard the robins singing, Little one, When the rosy dawn is breaking, — When 'tis done?
Сторінка 100 - O GENTLE, gentle summer rain, Let not the silver lily pine, The drooping lily pine in vain To feel that dewy touch of thine, To drink thy freshness once again, O gentle, gentle summer rain. In heat, the landscape quivering lies; The cattle pant beneath the tree; Through parching air and purple skies, The earth looks up in vain for thee: For thee, for thee, it looks in vain, O gentle, gentle summer rain. Come thou, and brim the meadow streams, And soften all the hills with mist...