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Página 80 - I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there ; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play, When they are angry, roar like lions for their prey. Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky ; Night and day thou art safe, — our cottage is hard by. Why bleat so after me? Why pull so at thy chain* Sleep, — and at break of day I will come to thee again...
Página 89 - TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Página 77 - THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink ; I heard a voice ; it said, " Drink, pretty Creature, drink ! " And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied A snow-white mountain Lamb with a Maiden at its side.
Página 79 - Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook as clear as ever ran ; And twice in the day when the ground is wet with dew I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
Página 78 - What ails thee, young one? what? why pull so at thy cord? Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be; Rest, little young one, rest; what is't that aileth thee?
Página 26 - Hark ! the little lambs are bleating, And the cawing rooks are meeting In the elms — a noisy crowd ; And all birds are singing loud; And the first white butterfly In the sun goes flitting by.
Página 39 - DEAR mother/' said a little fish, " Pray is not that a fly? I'm very hungry, and I wish You'd let me go and try." " Sweet innocent," the mother cried, And started from her nook, " That horrid fly is put to hide The sharpness of the hook.
Página 77 - No other sheep were near, the Lamb was all alone, And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone ; With one knee on the grass did the little Maiden kneel, While to that mountain Lamb she gave its evening meal.