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Seite 107 - Lay me a green sod under my head, And another at my feet;* And lay my bent bow by my side, Which was my music sweet; And make my grave of gravel and green, Which is most right and meet.
Seite 155 - Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three!
Seite 160 - Little Jack Horner Sat in a corner Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, And pulled out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!
Seite 99 - One for sorrow, Two for mirth, Three for a wedding, Four for a birth.
Seite 233 - And how, of thousand snakes, each one Was changed into a coil of stone, When holy Hilda prayed ; Themselves, within their holy bound, Their stony folds had often found. They told, how sea-fowls...
Seite 30 - We are not daily beggars, That beg from door to door ¡ But we are neighbours' children, Whom you have seen before.
Seite 168 - Ah ! sweetly they slumber, nor hope, love, nor fear, — Peace, peace is the watchword, the only one here ! Unto Death, to whom monarchs must bow ? Ah, no ! for his empire is known, And here there are trophies enow ! Beneath — the cold dead, and around — the dark stone, Are the signs of a scepter that none may disown.
Seite 211 - IN ancient times, as story tells, The saints would often leave their cells, And stroll about but hide their quality To try good people's hospitality. It...