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And I made a rural pen , And I stain ' d the water clear , And I wrote my happy
songs , Every child may joy to hear . BLAKE . 2 . THE LAMB . LITTLE lamb , who
made thee ? Dost thou know who made thee ? Gave thee life , and bid thee feed
...
And I made a rural pen , And I stain ' d the water clear , And I wrote my happy
songs , Every child may joy to hear . BLAKE . 2 . THE LAMB . LITTLE lamb , who
made thee ? Dost thou know who made thee ? Gave thee life , and bid thee feed
...
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Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green , Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow
in thy song , No Winter in thy year ! LOGAN . 39 . ARIEL ' S SONG . WHERE the
bee sucks , there suck I ; In a cowslip ' s bell I lie : There I couch , when owls do ...
Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green , Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow
in thy song , No Winter in thy year ! LOGAN . 39 . ARIEL ' S SONG . WHERE the
bee sucks , there suck I ; In a cowslip ' s bell I lie : There I couch , when owls do ...
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... e As all the world doth know , And my good friend the calender Will lend his
horse to go . ” Quoth Mrs . Gilpin , “ That ' s well said ; And for that wine is dear ,
We will be furnished with our own , Which is both bright and clear . " JOHN
GILPIN .
... e As all the world doth know , And my good friend the calender Will lend his
horse to go . ” Quoth Mrs . Gilpin , “ That ' s well said ; And for that wine is dear ,
We will be furnished with our own , Which is both bright and clear . " JOHN
GILPIN .
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For which he paid full dear ; · For while he spake , a braying ass Did sing most
loud and clear ; Whereat his horse did snort , as he Had heard a lion roar , And
galloped off with all his might , As he had done before . Away went Gilpin , and
away ...
For which he paid full dear ; · For while he spake , a braying ass Did sing most
loud and clear ; Whereat his horse did snort , as he Had heard a lion roar , And
galloped off with all his might , As he had done before . Away went Gilpin , and
away ...
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... And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many a post . With his white
hair unbonnetted , the stout old sheriff comes ; Behind him march the halberdiers
; before him sound the drums ; His yeomen round the market - cross make clear ...
... And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many a post . With his white
hair unbonnetted , the stout old sheriff comes ; Behind him march the halberdiers
; before him sound the drums ; His yeomen round the market - cross make clear ...
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angel beauty bells beneath beside better bird blessed bloom blow blue breast breath bright child clear cloud comes cried dance dark dead dear death deep delight door dream earth eyes face fair Father feel flowers gentle Gilpin give glad green half hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill JOHN knew lamb land laugh leaves light live look meet merry morning mother never night o'er once pipe Piper play pleasant pleasure poor pray prayer Queen rest rise rocks round shining sing sleep smile snow soft song soon sorrow sound Speak spring stars summer sweet tears tell thee There's things thou thought tree true turn Twas village voice waters waves wide wild wind wing young
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Seite 37 - 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,...
Seite 109 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Seite 165 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Seite 108 - But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Seite 8 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Seite 178 - I hang like a roof, — The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist Earth was laughing below.
Seite 89 - That crazed that bold and lovely knight, And that he crossed the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night ; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, — There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright...
Seite 140 - ... own ladles, split open the kegs of salted sprats, made nests inside men's Sunday hats, and even spoiled the women's chats, by drowning their speaking -with shrieking and squeaking in fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body to the Town Hall came flocking: "'Tis clear...
Seite 71 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold — Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? " " Not there, not there, my child...
Seite 53 - And I should dine at Ware." So turning to his horse, he said, " I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine." Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear ; For while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear. Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before.
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| Titel | Poetry for School and Home, from the best authors. Edited by T. Shorter |
| Autor/in | Thomas Shorter |
| Herausgeber | Thomas Shorter |
| Veröffentlicht | 1861 |
| Original von | Oxford University |
| Digitalisiert | 26. Sept. 2006 |
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