Aunt Mary's poetry, original and select, for the use of young personsT. Barcham, 1854 - 91 strán (strany) |
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Strana 18
... cries I understand not , yet it cries , And tender hearts can feel its agonies . Poor helpless victim ; and will none save ? Will no one snatch thee from the threat'ning grave ? Is there no friendly hand , no helper nigh , And must thou ...
... cries I understand not , yet it cries , And tender hearts can feel its agonies . Poor helpless victim ; and will none save ? Will no one snatch thee from the threat'ning grave ? Is there no friendly hand , no helper nigh , And must thou ...
Strana 22
... cried out , I say , master sooty , what are you about ? No harm , cries poor Jack , so he gave him a top , For a peep at his book , while at play he did stop ; The game being ended , Jack gave up the book , And then said to the boy ...
... cried out , I say , master sooty , what are you about ? No harm , cries poor Jack , so he gave him a top , For a peep at his book , while at play he did stop ; The game being ended , Jack gave up the book , And then said to the boy ...
Strana 23
... cried Jack , " and I'll double my pay , If you'll teach me again ; " but the boy answered nay . Poor Jack stood and thought , when it entered his mind , He could learn off the stones , in the churchyard behind . He pointed them out ...
... cried Jack , " and I'll double my pay , If you'll teach me again ; " but the boy answered nay . Poor Jack stood and thought , when it entered his mind , He could learn off the stones , in the churchyard behind . He pointed them out ...
Strana 33
... d , My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow , And I could run and slide , My brother John was forc'd to go , And he lies by her side . D How many are you , then ? cried I , AUNT MARY'S POETRY . 33.
... d , My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow , And I could run and slide , My brother John was forc'd to go , And he lies by her side . D How many are you , then ? cried I , AUNT MARY'S POETRY . 33.
Strana 34
Mary (aunt, pseud.) How many are you , then ? cried I , Since they two are in heaven ; The little maiden did reply , O , master , we are seven . But they are dead , those two are dead , Their spirits are in heaven ; But still ' twas ...
Mary (aunt, pseud.) How many are you , then ? cried I , Since they two are in heaven ; The little maiden did reply , O , master , we are seven . But they are dead , those two are dead , Their spirits are in heaven ; But still ' twas ...
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Strana 80 - I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own.
Strana 32 - Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they ? I pray you tell." She answered, " Seven are we ; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother ; And in the church-yard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
Strana 56 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Strana 51 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them. Then shifting his side, as a lawyer knows how, He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes, But what were his arguments few people know, For the court did not think they were equally wise. So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one if or but, — That whenever the Nose put...
Strana 80 - Could time, his flight reversed, restore the hours, When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I prick'd them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile...
Strana 34 - Had cheered the village with his song, Nor yet at eve his note suspended, Nor yet when eventide was ended, Began to feel, as well he might, The keen demands of appetite ; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glow-worm by his spark, So stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus right eloquent — Did you admire my lamp...
Strana 83 - Yon cottager who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store, Content though mean, and cheerful, if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the live-long day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light ; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding, and no wit, Receives no praise, but (though her lot be such, Toilsome and indigent) she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant...
Strana 32 - A simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death...
Strana 78 - THAT those lips had language! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine, — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child; chase all thy fears away!
Strana 61 - 'but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair ; And look'd from that lone post of death In still yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, " My father, must I stay ?" While o'er him fast through sail and shroud The wreathing fires made way.