Select poetry for children: with notes, arranged by J. Payne, Vydanie 690Joseph Payne 1874 |
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Strana 15
... dark he lived , And from the windows high , Looked out in the dusky evening Upon the passers by . Most people thought he lived alone , Yet many have averred 3 That dismal cries from out his house Were often loudly heard ; Web - spinner ...
... dark he lived , And from the windows high , Looked out in the dusky evening Upon the passers by . Most people thought he lived alone , Yet many have averred 3 That dismal cries from out his house Were often loudly heard ; Web - spinner ...
Strana 32
... dark , and the night was so cold , And Pat and his dog were grown weary and old , How snugly we slept in my old coat of gray , And he licked me for kindness - my poor dog , Tray . Though my wallet was scant 1 I remembered his case , Nor ...
... dark , and the night was so cold , And Pat and his dog were grown weary and old , How snugly we slept in my old coat of gray , And he licked me for kindness - my poor dog , Tray . Though my wallet was scant 1 I remembered his case , Nor ...
Strana 39
... darkness that come there ; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play , When they are angry , roar like lions for their prey . " Here thou need'st not fear the raven in the sky ; Night and day thou'rt safe - our cottage is ...
... darkness that come there ; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play , When they are angry , roar like lions for their prey . " Here thou need'st not fear the raven in the sky ; Night and day thou'rt safe - our cottage is ...
Strana 61
... darling child , my lovely child , sleep : The sun sleepeth upon the green fields ; The moon sleepeth upon the blue waves ; The morning sleepeth upon a bed of roses ; G ; The evening sleepeth on the tops of the dark FOR CHILDREN . 61.
... darling child , my lovely child , sleep : The sun sleepeth upon the green fields ; The moon sleepeth upon the blue waves ; The morning sleepeth upon a bed of roses ; G ; The evening sleepeth on the tops of the dark FOR CHILDREN . 61.
Strana 62
Joseph Payne. ; The evening sleepeth on the tops of the dark hills ; The winds sleep in the hollow of the rocks The stars sleep upon a pillow of clouds : - Sleep , my child , my darling child , my lovely child , sleep . The mist sleepeth ...
Joseph Payne. ; The evening sleepeth on the tops of the dark hills ; The winds sleep in the hollow of the rocks The stars sleep upon a pillow of clouds : - Sleep , my child , my darling child , my lovely child , sleep . The mist sleepeth ...
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appear arms beautiful beneath birds blue breast breath bright busy cheer child cold comes Cowper dark dead dear door earth face fair fall fear field flower follow fruit gave give gone green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills keep lamb land leaves light live look mind morning mother nest never night o'er once passed plain play poor rest rocks rose round seen shade shining side sight sing sleep smile snow song soon sound spirit spring stone stood summer sweet tell thee things thou thought tree turn Twas voice wandered watch wild wind wing wish woods young
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Strana 79 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? 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." "You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven ! I pray you tell, Sweet Maid, how this may be.
Strana 313 - And nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." "Come, wander with me," she said, "Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvelous tale.
Strana 29 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
Strana 206 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, Well done!
Strana 292 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Strana 249 - 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 child-like form.
Strana 315 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
Strana 57 - I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek, and He is mild; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Strana 110 - He plied his work ; — and Lucy took The lantern in her hand. Not blither is the mountain roe: With many" a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow, That rises up like smoke. The storm came on before its time: She wandered up and down ; And many a hill did Lucy climb: But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlook'd the moor; And thence...
Strana 207 - The bottles twain behind his back were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke, as they had basted been. But still he seemed to carry weight, with leathern girdle braced ; For all might see the bottle-necks still dangling at his waist.