The Children's Treasury of English SongMacmillan, 1875 - Всего страниц: 302 |
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... mother from thy side for evermore was gone . ' He took thee in his arms , and in pity brought thee home : ' A blessed day for thee ! —then whither wouldst thou roam ? ' A faithful nurse thou hast ; the dam that did thee yean ' Upon the ...
... mother from thy side for evermore was gone . ' He took thee in his arms , and in pity brought thee home : ' A blessed day for thee ! —then whither wouldst thou roam ? ' A faithful nurse thou hast ; the dam that did thee yean ' Upon the ...
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... mother's heart which is working so in thee ? 50 ' Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear , ' And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear . ' Alas , the mountain - tops that look so green and fair ! ' I've heard ...
... mother's heart which is working so in thee ? 50 ' Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear , ' And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear . ' Alas , the mountain - tops that look so green and fair ! ' I've heard ...
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... mother , weep ? ' Where can Lyca sleep ? ' Lost in desert wild ' Is your little child ! ' How can Lyca sleep ' If her mother weep ? ' If her heart does ache ' Then let Lyca wake : - ' If my mother sleep , ' Lyca shall not weep ...
... mother , weep ? ' Where can Lyca sleep ? ' Lost in desert wild ' Is your little child ! ' How can Lyca sleep ' If her mother weep ? ' If her heart does ache ' Then let Lyca wake : - ' If my mother sleep , ' Lyca shall not weep ...
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... upon her face A little above her chin : With rosy cheek , and ruby lip , She look'd and laugh'd to him . 58 fare , go 65 minnie , mother 78 gart , made 85 84 a ' , all -A morsel of your bread , my lord ! ' 30 The Children's Treasury.
... upon her face A little above her chin : With rosy cheek , and ruby lip , She look'd and laugh'd to him . 58 fare , go 65 minnie , mother 78 gart , made 85 84 a ' , all -A morsel of your bread , my lord ! ' 30 The Children's Treasury.
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... mother , Says , ' Who's that would be in ? ' O it's Annie of Lochroyan , ' Your Love , come o'er the sea , ' But and your young son in her arms ; ' So open the door to me . ' 35 -'Away , away , ye ill woman ! ' You're not come here for ...
... mother , Says , ' Who's that would be in ? ' O it's Annie of Lochroyan , ' Your Love , come o'er the sea , ' But and your young son in her arms ; ' So open the door to me . ' 35 -'Away , away , ye ill woman ! ' You're not come here for ...
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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.