Poetry for children, selected by W. Burdon, 681 leidimasWilliam Burdon 1805 |
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... Tail Their rufty hats they trim : And thus as happy as the day , Thofe fhepherds wear the time away . III . Along the river's stony merge The fand - lark chaunts a joyous fong ; The thrush is bufy in the wood And carols loud and strong ...
... Tail Their rufty hats they trim : And thus as happy as the day , Thofe fhepherds wear the time away . III . Along the river's stony merge The fand - lark chaunts a joyous fong ; The thrush is bufy in the wood And carols loud and strong ...
24 psl.
... tail with pleasure shook . " Drink , pretty creature , drink , " she said in fuch a tone That I almost receiv'd her heart into my own . ' Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite , a child of beauty rare , I watch'dthem with delight , they were a ...
... tail with pleasure shook . " Drink , pretty creature , drink , " she said in fuch a tone That I almost receiv'd her heart into my own . ' Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite , a child of beauty rare , I watch'dthem with delight , they were a ...
57 psl.
... tail and fwept him away . Now take me in your boat I pray For down the river lies my way , And me to the Reed - Ifland bring For I will go to the Crocodile King . The King of the Crocodiles never does wrong , He has no tail fo ftiff and ...
... tail and fwept him away . Now take me in your boat I pray For down the river lies my way , And me to the Reed - Ifland bring For I will go to the Crocodile King . The King of the Crocodiles never does wrong , He has no tail fo ftiff and ...
59 psl.
... tail fo ftiff and fo ftrong , You have no tail to ftrike and flay , But you have ears to hear what I fay . You have done well , the King replies , And fix'd on her his little eyes ; Good woman , yes you have done right , But you have ...
... tail fo ftiff and fo ftrong , You have no tail to ftrike and flay , But you have ears to hear what I fay . You have done well , the King replies , And fix'd on her his little eyes ; Good woman , yes you have done right , But you have ...
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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.