Poetry for children, selected by W. Burdon, 681 leidimasWilliam Burdon 1805 |
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... heart , ) to form the minds of chil- dren to humanity and benevolence , and con- tribute to their general improvement ; and , for this purpose , nothing is inferted which contains either words or ideas above their comprehenfion ; for no ...
... heart , ) to form the minds of chil- dren to humanity and benevolence , and con- tribute to their general improvement ; and , for this purpose , nothing is inferted which contains either words or ideas above their comprehenfion ; for no ...
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... with the wanton's hollow voice Addrefs'd the paffers by ; I afk'd her what there was in guilt That could her heart allure To fhame . difeafe , and late remorfe ? She answer'd , fhe was poor . I turn'd me to the rich man then , For 8.
... with the wanton's hollow voice Addrefs'd the paffers by ; I afk'd her what there was in guilt That could her heart allure To fhame . difeafe , and late remorfe ? She answer'd , fhe was poor . I turn'd me to the rich man then , For 8.
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... heart . * Gill in the dialect of Cumberland and Weftmoreland is a fhort and for the most part a steep narrow valley , with a stream running through it . Force is the word univerfally employed in these dialects for waterfall . II ...
... heart . * Gill in the dialect of Cumberland and Weftmoreland is a fhort and for the most part a steep narrow valley , with a stream running through it . Force is the word univerfally employed in these dialects for waterfall . II ...
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... heart within him dies-- His pulfe is stopp'd , his breath is loft , He totters , pale as any ghost , And , looking down , he spies A lamb , that in the pool is pent Within that black and frightful rent . VII . The lamb had flipp'd into ...
... heart within him dies-- His pulfe is stopp'd , his breath is loft , He totters , pale as any ghost , And , looking down , he spies A lamb , that in the pool is pent Within that black and frightful rent . VII . The lamb had flipp'd into ...
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... heart , and told The fight which he had seen . Both gladly now deferr'd their tafk ; Nor was there wanting other aid— A poet , one who loves the brooks Far better than the fages ' books , By chance had thither stray'd ; And there the ...
... heart , and told The fight which he had seen . Both gladly now deferr'd their tafk ; Nor was there wanting other aid— A poet , one who loves the brooks Far better than the fages ' books , By chance had thither stray'd ; And there the ...
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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.