Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages, Том 1A. A. Knopf, 1923 - 696 страница |
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... ring , or trifling he stands . I passed by his garden , and saw the wild brier The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher ; The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags ; And his money still wastes till he starves or he begs ...
... ring , or trifling he stands . I passed by his garden , and saw the wild brier The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher ; The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags ; And his money still wastes till he starves or he begs ...
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... ring - a - ring , A maiden goes a - maying ; And here a flower , and there a flower , [ 11 ]
... ring - a - ring , A maiden goes a - maying ; And here a flower , and there a flower , [ 11 ]
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... ring , Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing : Cuckoo , jug , jug , pu we , to witta woo ! The Palm and May make country houses gay , Lambs frisk and play , the shepherds pipe all day , And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay ...
... ring , Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing : Cuckoo , jug , jug , pu we , to witta woo ! The Palm and May make country houses gay , Lambs frisk and play , the shepherds pipe all day , And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay ...
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... ring To welcome the Spring ; The skylark and thrush , The birds of the bush , Sing louder around To the bells ' cheerful sound , While our sports shall be seen On the Echoing Green . Old John , with white hair , Does laugh away care ...
... ring To welcome the Spring ; The skylark and thrush , The birds of the bush , Sing louder around To the bells ' cheerful sound , While our sports shall be seen On the Echoing Green . Old John , with white hair , Does laugh away care ...
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... rings on his finger . Oh for six o'clock ! Oh for seven I weary ! Oh for eight o'clock ! And then I'll see my dearie . MY BOY TAMMY " WHAR hae ye been a ' day , my boy Tammy ? Whar hae ye been a ' day , my boy Tammy ? " " I've been by ...
... rings on his finger . Oh for six o'clock ! Oh for seven I weary ! Oh for eight o'clock ! And then I'll see my dearie . MY BOY TAMMY " WHAR hae ye been a ' day , my boy Tammy ? Whar hae ye been a ' day , my boy Tammy ? " " I've been by ...
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bells bird bonny breast bright called CHRISTINA ROSSETTI cold dance dark dark Rosaleen dead dear death door doth dream earth EMILY BRONTË eyes fair Fair Annie fear flowers gentle gold gone green hair hame hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill John JOHN KEATS John Peel King lady light looked Lord maid MARY COLERIDGE merry Miss Taroone moon morning mother Nahum's never night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Peter Gurney play poem rhyme ring ROBERT HERRICK roses round sail shadow shining ship sigh silent silver sing sleep snow song sorrow soul stanza stars sweet tears tell thee things Thomas Thomas Campion thou tree Twas Uncle Tom Cobley unto voice weep wild WILLIAM WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind wings wood words young
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Страница 97 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Страница 175 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Страница 213 - SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Страница 635 - But now my task is smoothly done: I can fly, or I can run, Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
Страница 218 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
Страница 41 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Страница 455 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Страница 274 - THEY are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear.
Страница 59 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love — I and my ANNABEL LEE — .With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Страница 60 - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.