The Listening Child: A Selection from the Stores of English Verse Made for the Youngest Readers and Hearers |
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... Nest • PEACOCK , THOMAS LOVE . ( 1785-1856 . ) The Priest and the Mulberry Tree Song- For the Tender Beech and the Sapling Oak . CUNNINGHAM , ALLAN . ( 1784-1842 . ) A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea My Ain Countree • • BARRY CORNWALL ...
... Nest • PEACOCK , THOMAS LOVE . ( 1785-1856 . ) The Priest and the Mulberry Tree Song- For the Tender Beech and the Sapling Oak . CUNNINGHAM , ALLAN . ( 1784-1842 . ) A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea My Ain Countree • • BARRY CORNWALL ...
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... . ) Children gathering Palms The Romance of the Swan's Nest PAGE 266 • 267 268 269 • 271 273 · 276 277 278 279 282 · 283 284 285 286 • 287 288 • 289 290 291 294 · 295 296 297 · 299 301 ARNOLD , MATTHEW . ( 1822-1888 . ) The Neckan xvi.
... . ) Children gathering Palms The Romance of the Swan's Nest PAGE 266 • 267 268 269 • 271 273 · 276 277 278 279 282 · 283 284 285 286 • 287 288 • 289 290 291 294 · 295 296 297 · 299 301 ARNOLD , MATTHEW . ( 1822-1888 . ) The Neckan xvi.
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... nest , robin redbreast , Sing , birds , in every furrow ; And from each bill let music shrill Give my fair love good - morrow . Blackbird and thrush in every bush , Stare , linnet , and cock - sparrow , You pretty elves , amongst ...
... nest , robin redbreast , Sing , birds , in every furrow ; And from each bill let music shrill Give my fair love good - morrow . Blackbird and thrush in every bush , Stare , linnet , and cock - sparrow , You pretty elves , amongst ...
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... nest , By the hard hand of unrelenting clown Robb'd ; to the ground the vain provision falls ; Her pinions ruffle , and , low - drooping , scarce Can bear the mourner to the poplar shade , Where , all abandoned to despair , she sings ...
... nest , By the hard hand of unrelenting clown Robb'd ; to the ground the vain provision falls ; Her pinions ruffle , and , low - drooping , scarce Can bear the mourner to the poplar shade , Where , all abandoned to despair , she sings ...
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... To my reed roof your nest of clay , And let my ear your music catch , Low twittering underneath the thatch At the gray dawn of day . A THE USEFUL PLOUGH ANONYMOUS COUNTRY life is sweet ! 82 SMITH, CHARLOTTE (1749-1806 The First Swallow.
... To my reed roof your nest of clay , And let my ear your music catch , Low twittering underneath the thatch At the gray dawn of day . A THE USEFUL PLOUGH ANONYMOUS COUNTRY life is sweet ! 82 SMITH, CHARLOTTE (1749-1806 The First Swallow.
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 279 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.