 SONG WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still. 'Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down And the dews of night arise; Come, come, leave...  Recitations for infant schools - Página 45por Wilhelmina Lydia Rooper - 1884Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Miriam Blanton Huber, Herbert Bascom Bruner, Charles Madison Curry - 1926 - 168 páginas
...laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast, And everything else is still. "Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,...cannot go to sleep; Besides in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all covered with sheep." "Well, well, go and play till the light fades... | |
 | David Nichol Smith - 1926 - 744 páginas
...laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast, And everything else is still. ' Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,...cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all cover'd with sheep.' 622 ' Well, well, go and play till the light... | |
 | Mary Mapes Dodge - 1920 - 580 páginas
...laughing is heard on the hill. My heart is at rest within my breast, And everything else is still. "Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of the night arise." Felicia gave up the struggle with her grief. Leaving the door of Applegale Farm wide,... | |
 | David Daiches - 1969 - 356 páginas
...whisp'rings are in the dale, The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind, My face turns green and pale. Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise; Your spring and your day are wasted in play, And your winter and night in disguise. Blake's own ideas... | |
 | William Blake - 1984 - 52 páginas
...whisprings are in the dale. The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind. My face turns green and pale. Then come home my children. the sun is gone down And the dews of night arise Your spring & your day. are wasted in play And your winter and night in disguise. О Rose thou art... | |
 | Dylan Thomas - 1992 - 332 páginas
...And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still. 'Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,...cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all covered with sheep.' 'Well, well, go and play, till the light fades... | |
 | Philip Smith - 1992 - 100 páginas
...laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast, And everything else is still. "Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down....cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all cover 'd with sheep." "Well, well, go & play till the light fades... | |
 | William Blake - 1993 - 206 páginas
...whisp'rings are in the dale, The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind, My face turns green and pale. Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise; Your spring & your day are wasted in play, And your winter and night in disguise. Canzone della GOVERNANTE... | |
 | William Blake - 1995 - 200 páginas
...And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still. «Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down...cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly And the hills are all cover'd with sheep». «Well, well, go & play till the light fades... | |
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