The Children's Garland: From the Best PoetsCoventry Patmore Macmillan, 1862 - 344 psl. |
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... hand he took His pittance every night , He did it with a jealous look , And , when he could , would bite . His diet was of wheaten bread , And milk , and oats , and straw ; Thistles , or lettuces instead , With sand to scour his maw ...
... hand he took His pittance every night , He did it with a jealous look , And , when he could , would bite . His diet was of wheaten bread , And milk , and oats , and straw ; Thistles , or lettuces instead , With sand to scour his maw ...
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... , ' Twill make your courage rise . Then let us toast John Barleycorn , Each man a glass in hand ; And may his great posterity Ne'er fail in old Scotland ! Old Ballad XXI MARY - ANN'S CHILD Mary - Ann was alone Garland 29.
... , ' Twill make your courage rise . Then let us toast John Barleycorn , Each man a glass in hand ; And may his great posterity Ne'er fail in old Scotland ! Old Ballad XXI MARY - ANN'S CHILD Mary - Ann was alone Garland 29.
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... hands are at rest , And he's now from his pain a - set free ; For his soul we do know is to heaven a - fled , Where no pain is a - known , and no tears are a - shed . W. Barnes XXII THE USEFUL PLOUGH A country life is sweet ! In ...
... hands are at rest , And he's now from his pain a - set free ; For his soul we do know is to heaven a - fled , Where no pain is a - known , and no tears are a - shed . W. Barnes XXII THE USEFUL PLOUGH A country life is sweet ! In ...
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... hands On barbarous plunder bent , Rest , mother - bird ! and when thy young Take flight , and thou art free to roam , When withered is the guardian flower , And empty thy late home , Think how ye prospered , thou and thine , Amid the ...
... hands On barbarous plunder bent , Rest , mother - bird ! and when thy young Take flight , and thou art free to roam , When withered is the guardian flower , And empty thy late home , Think how ye prospered , thou and thine , Amid the ...
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... hands , laughed and sang , any noise , bad or good , Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood . And all I remember is friends flocking round As I sate with his head ' twixt my knees on the ground , And no voice but was praising ...
... hands , laughed and sang , any noise , bad or good , Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood . And all I remember is friends flocking round As I sate with his head ' twixt my knees on the ground , And no voice but was praising ...
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a-begging Abbot Binnorie bird bishop bishop of Hereford blow bower brave bright cheer child cold cried Crocodile dark daughter dead dear door Dora doth eyes fair fast father fear fell flowers gallant gallant story Gilpin gold green grew hand Hark hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill horse Inchcape Rock John John Barleycorn king King Lear lady land light Little John live Lochinvar look look'd Lord Randal loud maid merry moon morning ne'er never Nevermore night o'er Old Ballad old courtier pipe poison'd poor pray queen quoth Robin Hood rode round S. T. Coleridge shepherd sing smile song soon soul steed stood storm stream sweet sweet dove died tell thee thou thought took tree Twas unto wild Wildgrave wind wings Witch word young
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