The garland; or, Poetry for childhood and youth1850 |
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... bird in all the bowers , Or daisy to be seen ! And who will bring them back again When pleasant spring comes out , And plant them up and down the lane , And spread them all about ? And who will send the little lambs , With wool as soft ...
... bird in all the bowers , Or daisy to be seen ! And who will bring them back again When pleasant spring comes out , And plant them up and down the lane , And spread them all about ? And who will send the little lambs , With wool as soft ...
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... bird , but hark ! I cannot see it anywhere . Oh ! it is a little lark , Singing in the morning air . Little lark , do tell me why You are singing in the sky ? Other little birds at rest , Have not yet begun THE GARLAND ; OR , POETRY.
... bird , but hark ! I cannot see it anywhere . Oh ! it is a little lark , Singing in the morning air . Little lark , do tell me why You are singing in the sky ? Other little birds at rest , Have not yet begun THE GARLAND ; OR , POETRY.
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... birds below , I do sing a merry tune ; And I let the ploughman know He must come to labour soon . My little boy , this is why I am singing in the sky . ' THE CAT . Pussy , I'll stroke thy pretty head FOR CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH . 7.
... birds below , I do sing a merry tune ; And I let the ploughman know He must come to labour soon . My little boy , this is why I am singing in the sky . ' THE CAT . Pussy , I'll stroke thy pretty head FOR CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH . 7.
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... and hears us too . Then let me , when I feel inclined Peevish or passionate to be , Try always this to bear in mind , I'm not too young for God to see . THE BIRD'S NEST . A little bird built a warm FOR CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH . 9.
... and hears us too . Then let me , when I feel inclined Peevish or passionate to be , Try always this to bear in mind , I'm not too young for God to see . THE BIRD'S NEST . A little bird built a warm FOR CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH . 9.
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... birds their food ; The pretty lady - bird and bee Are fed by God like you and me ; There's not a creature anywhere That he doth not behold with care . The little flowers that scent the air He makes the objects of his care ; He sends his ...
... birds their food ; The pretty lady - bird and bee Are fed by God like you and me ; There's not a creature anywhere That he doth not behold with care . The little flowers that scent the air He makes the objects of his care ; He sends his ...
Términos y frases comunes
Arouse thee beautiful beneath birds bless blest breast breath bright brother busy bee cheer child cold coming creeping everywhere crimson-tipped CUCKOO dark dead dear doth earth earthly ELIZA COOK everlasting song fairy-queen father William flame flowers gathering band gay bowers Gelert glorious glory glowworm gone grave green hand happy hath hear heart heaven hope hour Ill housewifery John Tomkins labour life's light live Llewellyn's look Lord marmot mercy merry mighty wanderer moon morning mother ne'er nest never night numbered o'er peace PENNY MAGAZINE Piedmontese poor praise pray prayer repose rise roam round shining sigh sing sink to thy sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit sugh sweet tear tell tempest There's thine things thou art thou busy thou hast thought thro thy rest toil tree twinkle voice waves weary wild wind wings youth
Pasajes populares
Página 137 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Página 62 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Página 56 - once again he cried, ' If I may yet be gone ! ' And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Página 48 - Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Página 103 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
Página 62 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Página 55 - The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form.
Página 100 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a...
Página 64 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Página 122 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.