The Listening Child: A Selection from the Stories of English Verse Made for the Youngest Readers and HearersMacmillan Company, 1899 - 408 páginas A selection of poems from the 14th through the 19th century. |
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... look farther back , you would find the words so different from ours that it would be like reading a foreign language . The English language came first from North Ger- many , with the Anglo - Saxons , who conquered what is now England ...
... look farther back , you would find the words so different from ours that it would be like reading a foreign language . The English language came first from North Ger- many , with the Anglo - Saxons , who conquered what is now England ...
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... looks red and raw ; When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl- Then nightly sings the staring owl Tuwhoo ! Tuwhit ! tuwhoo ! A merry note ! While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . MADRIGAL From MERCHANT OF VENICE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE BELL me ...
... looks red and raw ; When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl- Then nightly sings the staring owl Tuwhoo ! Tuwhit ! tuwhoo ! A merry note ! While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . MADRIGAL From MERCHANT OF VENICE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE BELL me ...
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... look on her eyes , they do light All that Love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair , it is bright As Love's star when it riseth ! Do but mark , her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her ; And from her arched brows ...
... look on her eyes , they do light All that Love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair , it is bright As Love's star when it riseth ! Do but mark , her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her ; And from her arched brows ...
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... looks like nothing to him , The king ( God bless him ) ' twould undo him , Should he go still so drest . But wot you what ? the youth was going To make an end of all his wooing ; The parson for him stay'd : Yet by his leave ( for all ...
... looks like nothing to him , The king ( God bless him ) ' twould undo him , Should he go still so drest . But wot you what ? the youth was going To make an end of all his wooing ; The parson for him stay'd : Yet by his leave ( for all ...
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... Through the force , and through the wile , Of unblest enchanter vile . Sabrina , - Shepherd , ' tis my office best To help ensnared chastity : Brightest lady , look on me ; Thus I sprinkle on thy breast Drops , that from 58.
... Through the force , and through the wile , Of unblest enchanter vile . Sabrina , - Shepherd , ' tis my office best To help ensnared chastity : Brightest lady , look on me ; Thus I sprinkle on thy breast Drops , that from 58.
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The Listening Child: A Selection from the Stories of English Verse Made for ... Vista completa - 1900 |
The Listening Child: A Selection from the Stories of English Verse, Made for ... Vista completa - 1924 |
Términos y frases comunes
Allen-a-Dale baby baby's bees bird blow blue Bob-o'-link bonnie bough brave bright CHARLES KINGSLEY chee child crown darling dead dear dream earth EDMUND SPENSER eyes fair fairy flowers Glenlogie gold golden gray green hair hark hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills Inchcape Rock JOHN kiss Lady Nancy lambs laugh light Little Bell Lord Lovel LORD TENNYSON loud lover lullaby merry moon morning mother mountain Neckan nest never night o'er Peggy pipe pretty queen ROBERT ROBERT BURNS ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Robin rode rose round shepherds shine sings sits sleep smile song Spring squirrel steed summer sweet sweet dove died tear thee thing thou tree tuwhit twas voice waves weep wild WILLIAM WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings winter 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 279 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Página 23 - A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Página 179 - And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
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 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 27 - Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep> Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...