First (Second) poetry book, selected and arranged by C. Geikie, Volumen1John Cunningham Geikie 1878 |
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... gone long ago To a country much warmer than ours , poor thing ! The north wind doth blow , and we shall have snow , And what will the Honey - bee do , poor thing ? In his hive he will stay , till the cold's pass'd away , And then he'll ...
... gone long ago To a country much warmer than ours , poor thing ! The north wind doth blow , and we shall have snow , And what will the Honey - bee do , poor thing ? In his hive he will stay , till the cold's pass'd away , And then he'll ...
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... gone through , All I have done and borne for him , the long years since you're dead ! But , Soldier , tell me how he look'd , and all my Robert said . " " He's bronzed , and tann'd , and bearded , and you'd hardly know him , dame , We ...
... gone through , All I have done and borne for him , the long years since you're dead ! But , Soldier , tell me how he look'd , and all my Robert said . " " He's bronzed , and tann'd , and bearded , and you'd hardly know him , dame , We ...
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... gone , I wander o'er the hills , By wooded glens , by rocky dens , By softly murmuring rills . The prickly furze and feathered fern Are waving on the steep , And sweetly falls upon my ear The bleat of lamb and sheep . I dearly love the ...
... gone , I wander o'er the hills , By wooded glens , by rocky dens , By softly murmuring rills . The prickly furze and feathered fern Are waving on the steep , And sweetly falls upon my ear The bleat of lamb and sheep . I dearly love the ...
Página 141
... gone to sea . " Two of us in the churchyard lie , My sister and my brother ; And , in the churchyard cottage , I Dwell near the with my mother . " 1 Conway , a little sea - coast town in North Wales . " You say that two at Conway dwell ...
... gone to sea . " Two of us in the churchyard lie , My sister and my brother ; And , in the churchyard cottage , I Dwell near the with my mother . " 1 Conway , a little sea - coast town in North Wales . " You say that two at Conway dwell ...
Página 142
... gone to sea , Yet ye are seven ! -I pray you tell , Sweet Maid , how this may be ? " Then did the little Maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the churchyard lie , Beneath the churchyard tree . " " You run about , my ...
... gone to sea , Yet ye are seven ! -I pray you tell , Sweet Maid , how this may be ? " Then did the little Maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the churchyard lie , Beneath the churchyard tree . " " You run about , my ...
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Amy Robsart Baltic Sea beneath billow Birkenhead Bob-o-link bright Caldon-Low CASABIANCA chee cheerful child cried Cuckoo Cumnor Hall dark dead didst thou doth ECHOING GREEN eyes fair fairy flax fatal bonds Father William fear feasts of love Fifine flowers gentle green happy night Hark ye hath hear the hour heard heart Helvellyn hill hurrah hyaena Israel slumbers Jack Jack hare jingle laugh little bird little Maid lonely look Lord love good-morrow mercy and thy merry mooly cow morning mother ne'er o'er play porringer praise pray Robert of Lincoln Robin round Sennacherib shepherd sing skies sleep snow Soldier song sorrow spank Spink Spring stars stood storm summer sunny brow sweet tears tell thee There's thy mercy trees Twas voice watch while Israel watchman numbers waves wild wind wing winter young
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Página 141 - SEVEN. -A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl 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. 22 " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Página 215 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Página 188 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 142 - Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two arc gone to sea; " Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Página 142 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them. "And often, after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. " The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay Till God released her of her pain, And then she went away.
Página 218 - But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring ; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. " Then, Pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; All earth-born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Página 175 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but he 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 childlike form.
Página 175 - say, father, say If yet my task is done ?" He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. " Speak, father !" once again he cried, " If I may yet be gone ! And" — but the booming shots replied — And fast the flames rolled on.
Página 151 - You are old, Father William,' the young man cried, ' And pleasures with youth pass away, And yet you lament not the days that are gone : Now tell me the reason, I pray ? '
Página 211 - It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old...