The Listening Child: A Selection from the Stores of English Verse Made for the Youngest Readers and HearersMacmillan, 1917 - 408 páginas |
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... blue , and emerald green , That in the channel strays ; Whilst from off the waters fleet Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head , That bends not as I tread ; Gentle swain , at thy request I am here . Spirit ...
... blue , and emerald green , That in the channel strays ; Whilst from off the waters fleet Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head , That bends not as I tread ; Gentle swain , at thy request I am here . Spirit ...
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... blue ; ' Tis a ' to please my ain gudeman , For he's baith leal and true . Sae true his words , sae smooth his speech , His breath's like caller air ! His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stair . And will I see his face again ...
... blue ; ' Tis a ' to please my ain gudeman , For he's baith leal and true . Sae true his words , sae smooth his speech , His breath's like caller air ! His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stair . And will I see his face again ...
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... blue is her e'e ; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me down and dee . Like dew on the gowan lying Is the fa ' o ' her fairy feet ; Like the winds in summer sighing , Her voice is low and sweet , - Her voice is low and sweet ; And ...
... blue is her e'e ; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me down and dee . Like dew on the gowan lying Is the fa ' o ' her fairy feet ; Like the winds in summer sighing , Her voice is low and sweet , - Her voice is low and sweet ; And ...
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... blue bonnet That wanted a crown ; But now he has gotten A hat and a feather , - Hey , brave Johnnie lad , Cock up your beaver ! Cock up your beaver , And cock it fu ' sprush , We'll over the border And gi'e them a brush ; There's ...
... blue bonnet That wanted a crown ; But now he has gotten A hat and a feather , - Hey , brave Johnnie lad , Cock up your beaver ! Cock up your beaver , And cock it fu ' sprush , We'll over the border And gi'e them a brush ; There's ...
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... in the mountains ; There's life in the fountains ; Small clouds are sailing , Blue sky prevailing ; The rain is over and gone ! TO A BUTTERFLY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ' VE watch'd you now 117 The Kitten and the Falling Leaves Written in March.
... in the mountains ; There's life in the fountains ; Small clouds are sailing , Blue sky prevailing ; The rain is over and gone ! TO A BUTTERFLY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ' VE watch'd you now 117 The Kitten and the Falling Leaves Written in March.
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Términos y frases comunes
Allen-a-Dale baby Bell beneath bird bloom blow blue Bob-o'-link bold bonnie bough brave bright Charlie charming Chloe chee child County Guy darling dear earth eyes fair flowers Glenara Glenlogie golden gray green hair hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Highlands hill Inchcape Inchcape Rock John JOHN KEATS kiss ladies gay Lamb laugh leaves light Lord Lovel LORD TENNYSON loud merry moon morning mother mountain Neckan nest never night Nokomis o'er Peggy pipe quoth ROBERT BURNS Robin rode Rory rose round SAMUEL LOVER SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Scottish cavalier shine sings SIR WALTER SCOTT sits sleep smile song sound Spink squirrel steed summer sweet tear thee thing THOMAS CAMPBELL thou tree twas voice waves weep wild WILLIAM WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods young
Pasajes populares
Página 60 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Página 177 - 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.
Página 265 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, " They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Página 75 - TOLL for the brave ! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was over-set ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Página 158 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills. Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Página 279 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Página 159 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air...
Página 5 - O ! then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 72 - There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Página 252 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.