Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and SchoolCrosby and Nichols, 1855 - 430 psl. |
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... laid in childhood by the study of poetry , of the finest thoughts clothed in the most attractive garb . It is with this design of presenting beauty , both moral and natural , in its manifold shapes , as it is shown to us in the universe ...
... laid in childhood by the study of poetry , of the finest thoughts clothed in the most attractive garb . It is with this design of presenting beauty , both moral and natural , in its manifold shapes , as it is shown to us in the universe ...
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... lay And , though e'en then expiring on the plain , Touched with resentment of ungrateful man , And longing to behold his ancient lord again . Him when he saw , he rose , and crawled to meet , ' T was all he could , and fawned , and ...
... lay And , though e'en then expiring on the plain , Touched with resentment of ungrateful man , And longing to behold his ancient lord again . Him when he saw , he rose , and crawled to meet , ' T was all he could , and fawned , and ...
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... lay sick abed ; And therefore was it she was sent Abroad to beg for bread . We saw a woman sitting down Upon a stone to rest ; She had a baby at her back , And another at her breast . I asked her why she loitered there , When the night ...
... lay sick abed ; And therefore was it she was sent Abroad to beg for bread . We saw a woman sitting down Upon a stone to rest ; She had a baby at her back , And another at her breast . I asked her why she loitered there , When the night ...
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... lay . And thus he spoke in dying : O mother dear , I see The beautiful child Jesus A coming down to me ! " And in his hand he beareth Bright flowers as white as snow , And red and juicy strawberries , Dear mother , let me go ! He ...
... lay . And thus he spoke in dying : O mother dear , I see The beautiful child Jesus A coming down to me ! " And in his hand he beareth Bright flowers as white as snow , And red and juicy strawberries , Dear mother , let me go ! He ...
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... lay The first impression in his mind , That sisters are to brothers kind ? For thus the broken doll may prove Foundation to fraternal love . BLINDNESS . - Miss Lamb . In a stage - coach , where late I chanced to be , A little , quiet ...
... lay The first impression in his mind , That sisters are to brothers kind ? For thus the broken doll may prove Foundation to fraternal love . BLINDNESS . - Miss Lamb . In a stage - coach , where late I chanced to be , A little , quiet ...
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AUTUMN MUSINGS BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath bird Birdie blessed breast breath bright brother brow canst cheer child Crocodile dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream E'en earth fair fairy father fear flowers fly away home glory gone grave green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Inchcape rock John Barleycorn king Lady Moon lady-bird land Leigh Hunt light live lonely look Lord loud Mabel Mary Howitt MIDSUMMER DAY mind Miss Lamb mother mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er ODE TO DUTY Old English Poetry Patrick Spence poor praise Queen rock round sail Samian wine shining silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tree unto voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings wood
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