The Listening Child: A Selection from the Stories of English Verse Made for the Youngest Readers and HearersA selection of poems from the 14th through the 19th century. |
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... are More sweet than any . Ye're the Maiden Posies And so graced , To be placed ' Fore damask roses . Yet though thus respected , By and by Ye do lie , Poor girls , neglected . TO DAFFODILS ROBERT HERRICK AIR daffodils , we weep to 44.
... are More sweet than any . Ye're the Maiden Posies And so graced , To be placed ' Fore damask roses . Yet though thus respected , By and by Ye do lie , Poor girls , neglected . TO DAFFODILS ROBERT HERRICK AIR daffodils , we weep to 44.
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... weep to see FAL You haste away so soon ; As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon : Stay , stay , Until the hastening day Has run But to the even song ; And having prayed together , we Will go with you along . We have short ...
... weep to see FAL You haste away so soon ; As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon : Stay , stay , Until the hastening day Has run But to the even song ; And having prayed together , we Will go with you along . We have short ...
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... weep thy fall to - night ; For thou must die . Sweet Rose , whose hue , angry and brave , Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye , Thy root is ever in its grave , And thou must die . Sweet Spring , full of sweet days and roses , A box where ...
... weep thy fall to - night ; For thou must die . Sweet Rose , whose hue , angry and brave , Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye , Thy root is ever in its grave , And thou must die . Sweet Spring , full of sweet days and roses , A box where ...
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... is sung ; There Honour comes , a pilgrim gray , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair , To dwell , a weeping hermit , there ! From ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE THOMAS GRAY 70.
... is sung ; There Honour comes , a pilgrim gray , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair , To dwell , a weeping hermit , there ! From ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE THOMAS GRAY 70.
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... weep . Sweet babe , in thy face Soft desires I can trace , Secret joys and secret smiles , Little pretty infant wiles . As thy softest limbs I feel , Smiles as of the morning steal O'er thy cheek , and o'er thy breast , Where thy little ...
... weep . Sweet babe , in thy face Soft desires I can trace , Secret joys and secret smiles , Little pretty infant wiles . As thy softest limbs I feel , Smiles as of the morning steal O'er thy cheek , and o'er thy breast , Where thy little ...
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Allen-a-Dale baby Bell BEN JONSON bird blow blue Bob-o'-link bonnie bough brave bright Charlie chee child County Guy darling dear doth dream earth echoing green eyes fair fairy flowers Glenlogie golden gray green Hark hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills Inchcape Inchcape Rock JOHN JOHN KEATS kiss lady Lamb laugh light Lord Lord Lovel LORD TENNYSON loud lover lullaby merry moon morning mountain Neckan nest never night o'er Peggy poetry pretty Queen ROBERT BURNS Robin Rory rose round SAMUEL LOVER Scottish cavalier SHAKESPEARE shepherds shine sing SIR WALTER SCOTT sits sleep smile song Spink Spring squirrel steed summer sweet tear thee thing THOMAS thou tree twas voice waves weep wild WILLIAM WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods young youth
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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 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
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 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 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...