The Children's Treasury of English SongMacmillan, 1875 - Всего страниц: 302 |
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... Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite , a child of beauty rare ! I watch'd them with delight , they were a lovely pair ; Now with her empty can the maiden turn'd away ; 15 But ere ten yards were gone , her footsteps did she stay . Right ...
... Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite , a child of beauty rare ! I watch'd them with delight , they were a lovely pair ; Now with her empty can the maiden turn'd away ; 15 But ere ten yards were gone , her footsteps did she stay . Right ...
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... Twas Nature , Sir , whose strong behest Impell'd me to the deed . Yet , much as Nature I respect , I ventured once to break 30 ( As you , perhaps , may recollect ) Her precept for your sake ; And when your linnet , on a day , Passing ...
... Twas Nature , Sir , whose strong behest Impell'd me to the deed . Yet , much as Nature I respect , I ventured once to break 30 ( As you , perhaps , may recollect ) Her precept for your sake ; And when your linnet , on a day , Passing ...
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... Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind , 55 When Betty , screaming , came downstairs , ' The wine is left behind ! ' 60 ' Good lack ! ' quoth he , ' yet bring it me , ' My leathern belt likewise , ' In which I bear my ...
... Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind , 55 When Betty , screaming , came downstairs , ' The wine is left behind ! ' 60 ' Good lack ! ' quoth he , ' yet bring it me , ' My leathern belt likewise , ' In which I bear my ...
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Francis Turner Palgrave. And still as fast as he drew near , ' Twas wonderful to view How in a trice the turnpike men Their gates wide open threw . And now , as he went bowing down His reeking head full low , The bottles twain behind his ...
Francis Turner Palgrave. And still as fast as he drew near , ' Twas wonderful to view How in a trice the turnpike men Their gates wide open threw . And now , as he went bowing down His reeking head full low , The bottles twain behind his ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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Стр. 126 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Стр. 55 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When...
Стр. 19 - 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!
Стр. 135 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp and feast and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. 130 Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Стр. 98 - Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
Стр. 82 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Стр. 77 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Стр. 97 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...
Стр. 77 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Стр. 83 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.