Select poetry for children: with notes, arranged by J. Payne, Issue 690Joseph Payne 1874 |
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... breast , and wipe thy bill . Come , my feathered friend , again , Well thou know'st the broken pane ; Ask of me thy daily store , Ever welcome to my door . THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL . Langhorne . Coмe , take up your hats , and away let us ...
... breast , and wipe thy bill . Come , my feathered friend , again , Well thou know'st the broken pane ; Ask of me thy daily store , Ever welcome to my door . THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL . Langhorne . Coмe , take up your hats , and away let us ...
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... breast Of the quivering lake he spread A coat of mail , that it need not fear The downward point of many a spear That he hung on its margin , far and near , Where a rock could rear its head . He went to the windows of those who slept ...
... breast Of the quivering lake he spread A coat of mail , that it need not fear The downward point of many a spear That he hung on its margin , far and near , Where a rock could rear its head . He went to the windows of those who slept ...
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... breast . Morn , noon , and eve , from day to day , By stealth she visited that spot : Alike her lessons and her play , Were slightly conned , or half forgot ; And when the callow young were hatched , With infant fondness Lucy watched ...
... breast . Morn , noon , and eve , from day to day , By stealth she visited that spot : Alike her lessons and her play , Were slightly conned , or half forgot ; And when the callow young were hatched , With infant fondness Lucy watched ...
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... there ; Between their heads the mother flew , Prompt to resume her nursery care ; But Tom , whose breast for glory burned , In less than half an hour returned . With him came Ned , as cool and sly As 66 SELECT POETRY.
... there ; Between their heads the mother flew , Prompt to resume her nursery care ; But Tom , whose breast for glory burned , In less than half an hour returned . With him came Ned , as cool and sly As 66 SELECT POETRY.
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... Which brings impending fate . If e'er thy breast with freedom glowed , And spurned a tyrant's chain , Let not thy strong , oppressive force A free - born mouse detain . Oh ! do not stain with guiltless blood Thy hospitable 68 SELECT POETRY.
... Which brings impending fate . If e'er thy breast with freedom glowed , And spurned a tyrant's chain , Let not thy strong , oppressive force A free - born mouse detain . Oh ! do not stain with guiltless blood Thy hospitable 68 SELECT POETRY.
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Page 79 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell. She answered, "Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. "Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the church-yard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother." "You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven ! I pray you tell, Sweet Maid, how this may be.
Page 317 - And nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." "Come, wander with me," she said, "Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvelous tale.
Page 29 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
Page 206 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, Well done!
Page 296 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Page 249 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
Page 319 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
Page 57 - I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek, and He is mild; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Page 110 - He plied his work ; — and Lucy took The lantern in her hand. Not blither is the mountain roe: With many" a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow, That rises up like smoke. The storm came on before its time: She wandered up and down ; And many a hill did Lucy climb: But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlook'd the moor; And thence...
Page 207 - The bottles twain behind his back were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke, as they had basted been. But still he seemed to carry weight, with leathern girdle braced ; For all might see the bottle-necks still dangling at his waist.