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... FATHER 10 54 66 61 CURFEW CUCKOO ! LITTLE WANDERER EARLY RISING FOX AND GRAPES . INFANTINE INQUIRIES 59 63 4 80 60 LET NOT THE SUN GO DOWN UPON YOUR WRATH LITTLE BIRD ! LITTLE BIRD 38 20 MAY LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE MAY MORNING MY ...
... FATHER 10 54 66 61 CURFEW CUCKOO ! LITTLE WANDERER EARLY RISING FOX AND GRAPES . INFANTINE INQUIRIES 59 63 4 80 60 LET NOT THE SUN GO DOWN UPON YOUR WRATH LITTLE BIRD ! LITTLE BIRD 38 20 MAY LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE MAY MORNING MY ...
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... knows Old Christmas 71 Now the sun is going down . 21 viii INDEX . On the green banks of Shannon , A Book AN INVITATION BUSY, THIRSTY, CURIOUS FLY 54 CASABIANCA 66 CHARLEY AND HIS FATHER 61 CUCKOO! LITTLE WANDERER 59.
... knows Old Christmas 71 Now the sun is going down . 21 viii INDEX . On the green banks of Shannon , A Book AN INVITATION BUSY, THIRSTY, CURIOUS FLY 54 CASABIANCA 66 CHARLEY AND HIS FATHER 61 CUCKOO! LITTLE WANDERER 59.
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... walk into my parlour ? " said the spider to the fly Upon a tree there mounted guard 50 85 Up , sleeper ! dreamer , up ! for now " You are old , father William , " the young man cried . 15 98 SELECT POETRY . THE LITTLE BOY AND THE SHEEP .
... walk into my parlour ? " said the spider to the fly Upon a tree there mounted guard 50 85 Up , sleeper ! dreamer , up ! for now " You are old , father William , " the young man cried . 15 98 SELECT POETRY . THE LITTLE BOY AND THE SHEEP .
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... father found thee first in places far away : Many flocks were on the hills ; but thou wert own'd by none , And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone . He took thee in his arms , and in pity brought thee home : A blessed day for ...
... father found thee first in places far away : Many flocks were on the hills ; but thou wert own'd by none , And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone . He took thee in his arms , and in pity brought thee home : A blessed day for ...
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... father lived at Blenheim then , Yon little stream hard by ; They burnt his dwelling to the ground , And he was forced to fly : So with his wife and child he fled , Nor had he where to rest his head . With fire and sword the country ...
... father lived at Blenheim then , Yon little stream hard by ; They burnt his dwelling to the ground , And he was forced to fly : So with his wife and child he fled , Nor had he where to rest his head . With fire and sword the country ...
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APRIL SHOWER betimes blue breast bright brings brook brother CASABIANCA cease chameleon cheer clap clip cold creature cried CUCKOO dear eyes fair faithful dog Tray famous victory father William fear flowers GLOW-WORM gone grass green Halloo happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill Lamb light Little flutterer little Fly little maiden look look'd Lucy Aikin maid Mary Howitt meadow merry mother neath never night nightingale o'er patter PET LAMB play play'd pleasant poor pray pretty rejoice replied reptile rest roam round shining sing sleep snow song soon Spider Spring squirrel summer sun shines bright sweet tell thee There's thing thou little bird Tis green toil trees turn'd twas vale voice VOICE OF SPRING warm wind wing winter WINTER SONG wise Wolf YOUNG MOUSE youth
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الصفحة 4 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings, as they roll And spread the truth from pole to pole.
الصفحة 14 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them. And often after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away.
الصفحة 13 - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad : Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. 74 75 "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many? Seven in all," she said And wondering looked at me.
الصفحة 21 - A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak...
الصفحة 43 - IT was a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun ; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
الصفحة 14 - Then did the little maid reply, 'Seven boys and girls are we: Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree.' 'You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five.' 'Their graves are green, they may be seen,' The little maid replied, 'Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
الصفحة 24 - I'll be as busy as they." * Then he flew to the mountain, and powdered its crest ; He lit on the trees, and their boughs he dressed In diamond beads ; and over the breast Of the quivering lake he spread A coat of mail, that it need not fear The downward point of many a spear, That he hung on its margin, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head.
الصفحة 21 - 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 overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
الصفحة 13 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
الصفحة 37 - If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen chain, This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain ; For rain and mountain-storms ! the like thou need'st not fear, The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here. " Rest, little young One, rest ; thou hast forgot the day When my father...