Illustrated poems and songs for young people, ed. by mrs. [L.D.] Sale Barker |
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... hear Low tapping at the bolted door ; And thus , to gain their willing ear , A feeble voice was heard t ' implore . " So faint I am - these tottering feet No more my feeble frame can bear ; My sinking heart forgets to beat , And ...
... hear Low tapping at the bolted door ; And thus , to gain their willing ear , A feeble voice was heard t ' implore . " So faint I am - these tottering feet No more my feeble frame can bear ; My sinking heart forgets to beat , And ...
Strana 12
... and beer , Dicky to the dancing - room To hear the fiddles play- Round the world and home again , That's the sailor's way ! ALLINGHAM . wwwwwww SIR JOHN and Sir bevis were knights of old. 12 POEMS AND SONGS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE . Homeward ...
... and beer , Dicky to the dancing - room To hear the fiddles play- Round the world and home again , That's the sailor's way ! ALLINGHAM . wwwwwww SIR JOHN and Sir bevis were knights of old. 12 POEMS AND SONGS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE . Homeward ...
Strana 24
... hears his hollow cough , And pattering of the stick upon the threshold , Sends out her little boy to see who's there . The child looks up to mark the stranger's face , And seeing it enlightened with a smile , Holds out his tiny hand to ...
... hears his hollow cough , And pattering of the stick upon the threshold , Sends out her little boy to see who's there . The child looks up to mark the stranger's face , And seeing it enlightened with a smile , Holds out his tiny hand to ...
Strana 25
... hear a pensive prisoner's prayer , For liberty that sighs ; And never let thine heart be shut Against the wretch's cries ! For here forlorn and sad I sit Within this wiry grate ; And tremble at the approaching morn , Which brings ...
... hear a pensive prisoner's prayer , For liberty that sighs ; And never let thine heart be shut Against the wretch's cries ! For here forlorn and sad I sit Within this wiry grate ; And tremble at the approaching morn , Which brings ...
Strana 26
... hear , my little man ? it's striking nine , " I said , " An hour when all good little boys and girls should be in bed ; Run home and get your supper , else your ma ' will scold - oh , fie ! It's very wrong , indeed it is , for little ...
... hear , my little man ? it's striking nine , " I said , " An hour when all good little boys and girls should be in bed ; Run home and get your supper , else your ma ' will scold - oh , fie ! It's very wrong , indeed it is , for little ...
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angels ANN TAYLOR Annabel Lee beautiful bells beneath birds blessed blow blue Bonny Dundee bosom breast breath bright Cæsar child CHRISTINA G clouds cried dark dear death deep door DORA GREENWELL doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER eyes fair father flowers green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hour Inchcape Rock ISAAC WATTS JANE and ANN light live look Lord lullaby Mary MARY HOWITT merry morning mother ne'er nest never night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY play poor pray Quoth Rattle-tattle ROBERT SOUTHEY Robin rose round shining sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spring stars sweet tears tell thee things thou thought TOM HOOD tree Twas unto Virginia Dare voice wave weary wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings wonder young
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Strana 256 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Strana 261 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Strana 189 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Strana 256 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
Strana 257 - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Strana 263 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Strana 256 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Strana 328 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! 0 joy!
Strana 240 - Eske river where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall, Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all.
Strana 47 - Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will, for a' that, That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a