Poetry for children, selected by W. Burdon, 681 leidimasWilliam Burdon 1805 |
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... minds of chil- dren to humanity and benevolence , and con- tribute to their general improvement ; and , for this ... mind is thus oppreffed by a load of words , like feed which is fmothered by too great a weight of earth . Morpeth ...
... minds of chil- dren to humanity and benevolence , and con- tribute to their general improvement ; and , for this ... mind is thus oppreffed by a load of words , like feed which is fmothered by too great a weight of earth . Morpeth ...
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... mind destroy ; While thus I fing I am a king Although a poor blind boy . The COMPLAINTS of the POOR . AND wherefore do the Poor complain ? The rich man afk'd of me , - Come walk abroad with me , I faid , And I will answer thee . ' Twas ...
... mind destroy ; While thus I fing I am a king Although a poor blind boy . The COMPLAINTS of the POOR . AND wherefore do the Poor complain ? The rich man afk'd of me , - Come walk abroad with me , I faid , And I will answer thee . ' Twas ...
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... his eye Upon the eastern mountain - top To me he made reply . Yon cloud with that long purple cleft Brings fresh into my mind . A day like this which I have left Full thirty years behind . B And on that flope of fpringing corn The felf - ...
... his eye Upon the eastern mountain - top To me he made reply . Yon cloud with that long purple cleft Brings fresh into my mind . A day like this which I have left Full thirty years behind . B And on that flope of fpringing corn The felf - ...
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... mind their trade . ANDREW JONES . I hate that Andrew Jones : he'll breed His children up to wafte and pillage . I wish the prefs - gang or the drum With its tantara found would come , And sweep him from the village ! I faid not this ...
... mind their trade . ANDREW JONES . I hate that Andrew Jones : he'll breed His children up to wafte and pillage . I wish the prefs - gang or the drum With its tantara found would come , And sweep him from the village ! I faid not this ...
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... mind : He told me his dreams , talk'dofeating and drinking : But he scarce reads the Bible , and never loves thinking . Said I then to my heart , " Here's a leffon for me ; That man's but a picture of what I might be : But thanks to my ...
... mind : He told me his dreams , talk'dofeating and drinking : But he scarce reads the Bible , and never loves thinking . Said I then to my heart , " Here's a leffon for me ; That man's but a picture of what I might be : But thanks to my ...
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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.