The Children's Treasury of English SongMacmillan, 1875 - Всего страниц: 302 |
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... Young one ? what ? Why pull so at thy cord ? ' Is it not well with thee ? well both for bed and board ? ' Thy plot of grass is soft , and green as grass can be ; ' Rest , little Young one , rest ; what is ' t that aileth thee ? 19 If ...
... Young one ? what ? Why pull so at thy cord ? ' Is it not well with thee ? well both for bed and board ? ' Thy plot of grass is soft , and green as grass can be ; ' Rest , little Young one , rest ; what is ' t that aileth thee ? 19 If ...
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... Young one , rest ; thou hast forgot the day ' When my father found thee first in places far away ; ' Many flocks were on the hills , but thou wert own'd by none , 35 ' And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone . ' He took thee ...
... Young one , rest ; thou hast forgot the day ' When my father found thee first in places far away ; ' Many flocks were on the hills , but thou wert own'd by none , 35 ' And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone . ' He took thee ...
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... YOUNG BIRD A SPANIEL , Beau , that fares like you , Well fed , and at his ease , Should wiser be than to pursue Each trifle that he sees . But you have kill'd a tiny bird , Which flew not till to - day , Against my orders , whom you ...
... YOUNG BIRD A SPANIEL , Beau , that fares like you , Well fed , and at his ease , Should wiser be than to pursue Each trifle that he sees . But you have kill'd a tiny bird , Which flew not till to - day , Against my orders , whom you ...
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... young witless maid ! ' Believe the flattering tale ? ' That face , alas ! no more is fair , ' Those lips no longer red : ' Dark are my eyes , now closed in death , 45 ' And every charm is fled . ' The hungry worm my sister is ; ' This ...
... young witless maid ! ' Believe the flattering tale ? ' That face , alas ! no more is fair , ' Those lips no longer red : ' Dark are my eyes , now closed in death , 45 ' And every charm is fled . ' The hungry worm my sister is ; ' This ...
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... young John , ' she says , Sae early in the day ? ' It gars me think , by your fast trip , ' Your journey's far away . ' He turn'd about with surly look , And said , ' What's that to thee ? ' I'm gaen ' to see a lovely maid ' Mair fairer ...
... young John , ' she says , Sae early in the day ? ' It gars me think , by your fast trip , ' Your journey's far away . ' He turn'd about with surly look , And said , ' What's that to thee ? ' I'm gaen ' to see a lovely maid ' Mair fairer ...
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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.