Poetry for children, selected by W. Burdon, 681 leidimasWilliam Burdon 1805 |
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... see a child so very fair , It was a pure delight ! No fountain from its rocky cave E'er tripp'd with foot fo free , She feem'd as happy as a wave That dances on the fea . There came from me a figh of pain Which I could ill confine ; I ...
... see a child so very fair , It was a pure delight ! No fountain from its rocky cave E'er tripp'd with foot fo free , She feem'd as happy as a wave That dances on the fea . There came from me a figh of pain Which I could ill confine ; I ...
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... Seeing , that he should lofe the prize , tr Stop ! " to his comrade Walter cries- James stopp'd with no good will : Said Walter then , " your task is here , ' Twill keep you working half a year . Till you V. have crofs'd where I fhall ...
... Seeing , that he should lofe the prize , tr Stop ! " to his comrade Walter cries- James stopp'd with no good will : Said Walter then , " your task is here , ' Twill keep you working half a year . Till you V. have crofs'd where I fhall ...
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... see my joy ; For with my father's life ' twas bought , And made me a poor orphan boy . The people's fhouts were long and loud ; My mother , fhuddering , clos'd her ears ; cr Rejoice ! rejoice ! " ftill cried the crowd ; My mother answer ...
... see my joy ; For with my father's life ' twas bought , And made me a poor orphan boy . The people's fhouts were long and loud ; My mother , fhuddering , clos'd her ears ; cr Rejoice ! rejoice ! " ftill cried the crowd ; My mother answer ...
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... See thee , when thou'ft eat thy fill , Plume thy breast , and wipe thy bill . Come , my feather'd friend , again ! Well thou know'ft the broken pane ; Afk of me thy daily ftore ; Ever welcome to my door ! THE ROSE . HOW fair is the rofe ...
... See thee , when thou'ft eat thy fill , Plume thy breast , and wipe thy bill . Come , my feather'd friend , again ! Well thou know'ft the broken pane ; Afk of me thy daily ftore ; Ever welcome to my door ! THE ROSE . HOW fair is the rofe ...
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William Burdon. And Harry's flesh it fell away : And all who see him fay ' tis plain , That , live as long as live he may , He never will be warm again . No word to any man he utters , A - bed or up , to young or old ; But ever to ...
William Burdon. And Harry's flesh it fell away : And all who see him fay ' tis plain , That , live as long as live he may , He never will be warm again . No word to any man he utters , A - bed or up , to young or old ; But ever to ...
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afk'd ANDREW JONES beauty Befide Beneath bleft bloom bofom breaſt church-yard cold Corin cottage courſe Crocodile King crofs'd cry'd darling child delight door e'er ev'ry eyes fafe faid fair faſt feven fhall fhould fhout fide figh filent fing fkies flain fleep fmall fmile fnow fome fong foon forrow fpring fuch fummer fweet Goody Blake grafs green ground happy Harry Gill hear heard heart Heaven infolent Kilve lamb Lifwyn farm limbs little maid look'd Lucy Gray mind morning moſt mother muſt never NEWCASTLE UPON TYNE night o'er orphan boy pafs'd pleaſant pleaſure poor reaſon reft reſt riſe rofe ſaid ſaw ſay ſcarce ſee ſhe ſky ſmooth ſteep ſtill ſtock ſtood ſtopp'd ſtore ſtream ſweet teeth they chatter tell thee theſe thine thofe Thoſe thou track'd turn'd Twas villain,-Man Whofe worfe worſe Young Harry
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50 psl. - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie Beneath the churchyard tree.
8 psl. - The storm came on before its time : She wandered up and down ; And many a hill did Lucy climb ; But never reached the town.
28 psl. - tis to be an orphan boy. 0 were I by your bounty fed; — Nay, gentle lady, do not chide, Trust me, I mean to earn my bread — The sailor's orphan boy has pride. Lady, you weep!
45 psl. - No word to any man he utters, A-bed or up, to young or old ; But ever to himself he mutters, " Poor Harry Gill is very cold.'' A-bed or up, by night or day ; His teeth they chatter, chatter still. Now think, ye farmers all, I pray, Of Goody Blake and Harry Gill.
58 psl. - With you ! and quit my Susan's side ? With you ! " the hapless husband cried. " Young as I am, 'tis monstrous hard ! Besides, in truth, I'm not prepared; My thoughts on other matters go ; This is my wedding-day, you know.
24 psl. - Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran ; And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
77 psl. - 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, ' Who fell in the great victory. ' I find them in the garden, For there's many here about ; And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men,' said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' ' Now tell us what 'twas all about...
40 psl. - The neighbors tell, and tell you truly, His teeth they chatter, chatter still. At night, at morning, and at noon, 'Tis all the same with Harry Gill; Beneath the sun, beneath the moon, His teeth they chatter, chatter still.
50 psl. - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
49 psl. - 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. 'Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?' 'How many? Seven in all,' she said, And wondering looked at me.