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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... warm , They visit caves of every beast , To keep them all from harm : If they see any weeping That should have been sleeping They pour sleep on their head , And sit down by their bed . ་ " } INFANT JOY WILLIAM BLAKE HAVE no name 106.
... warm , They visit caves of every beast , To keep them all from harm : If they see any weeping That should have been sleeping They pour sleep on their head , And sit down by their bed . ་ " } INFANT JOY WILLIAM BLAKE HAVE no name 106.
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... Worthy such noble stem , Honour'd and bless'd in their shadow might grow ! 66 Loud should Clan - Alpine then Ring from her deepmost glen , Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu , ho ! iero ! " 66 JOCK OF HAZELDEAN SIR WALTER SCOTT HY weep ye 135.
... Worthy such noble stem , Honour'd and bless'd in their shadow might grow ! 66 Loud should Clan - Alpine then Ring from her deepmost glen , Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu , ho ! iero ! " 66 JOCK OF HAZELDEAN SIR WALTER SCOTT HY weep ye 135.
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... weep ye by the tide , lady -- Why weep ye by the tide ? I'll wed ye to my youngest son , And ye shall be his bride ; And ye shall be his bride , lady , Sae comely to be seen " But - ay she loot the tears down fa ' For Jock of Hazeldean ...
... weep ye by the tide , lady -- Why weep ye by the tide ? I'll wed ye to my youngest son , And ye shall be his bride ; And ye shall be his bride , lady , Sae comely to be seen " But - ay she loot the tears down fa ' For Jock of Hazeldean ...
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... , hither , my little page ! Why dost thou weep and wail ? Or dost thou dread the billows ' rage , Or tremble at the gale ? But dash the tear - drop from thine eye ; 151 BYRON, LORD (1788-1824 Childe Harold's Farewell to England ·
... , hither , my little page ! Why dost thou weep and wail ? Or dost thou dread the billows ' rage , Or tremble at the gale ? But dash the tear - drop from thine eye ; 151 BYRON, LORD (1788-1824 Childe Harold's Farewell to England ·
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... Weep no more ! oh weep no more ! Young buds sleep in the root's white core . Dry your eyes ! oh dry your eyes ! For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies — Shed no tear . Overhead ! look overhead ! ' Mong the blossoms ...
... Weep no more ! oh weep no more ! Young buds sleep in the root's white core . Dry your eyes ! oh dry your eyes ! For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies — Shed no tear . Overhead ! look overhead ! ' Mong the blossoms ...
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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.