The Cambridge Book of Poetry for Children1916 |
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... thou be mine ? Thou shalt not wash dishes Nor yet feed the swine . But sit on a cushion And sew a fine seam , And feed upon strawberries Sugar and cream . Pussy - Cat Mew Pussy - cat Mew jumped over a coal , And in her best petticoat ...
... thou be mine ? Thou shalt not wash dishes Nor yet feed the swine . But sit on a cushion And sew a fine seam , And feed upon strawberries Sugar and cream . Pussy - Cat Mew Pussy - cat Mew jumped over a coal , And in her best petticoat ...
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... Thou wast thy mother's only joy ; Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep ? O wake ! thy father doth thee keep . O what land is the land of dreams ? What are its mountains and what are its streams ? " " O father ! I saw my mother there ...
... Thou wast thy mother's only joy ; Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep ? O wake ! thy father doth thee keep . O what land is the land of dreams ? What are its mountains and what are its streams ? " " O father ! I saw my mother there ...
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... thou know who made thee ? Gave thee life , and bade thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead ; Gave thee clothing of delight , Softest clothing , woolly , bright ; Gave thee such a tender voice , Making all the vales rejoice ? Little ...
... thou know who made thee ? Gave thee life , and bade thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead ; Gave thee clothing of delight , Softest clothing , woolly , bright ; Gave thee such a tender voice , Making all the vales rejoice ? Little ...
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... thou a lamb , We are called by His name . Little lamb , God bless thee ! Little lamb , God bless thee ! WILLIAM BLAKE . The Tiger Tiger , Tiger , burning bright In the forest of the night , What immortal hand or eye Framed thy fearful ...
... thou a lamb , We are called by His name . Little lamb , God bless thee ! Little lamb , God bless thee ! WILLIAM BLAKE . The Tiger Tiger , Tiger , burning bright In the forest of the night , What immortal hand or eye Framed thy fearful ...
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... thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven , thy love is on earth . O'er fell and fountain sheen , O'er moor and mountain green , O'er the red streamer that heralds the day , Over the cloudlet dim , Over the rainbow's rim , Musical cherub ...
... thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven , thy love is on earth . O'er fell and fountain sheen , O'er moor and mountain green , O'er the red streamer that heralds the day , Over the cloudlet dim , Over the rainbow's rim , Musical cherub ...
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baby beautiful bell birds Blow high blow low Blynken bonny coasts bower brave bright Camelot Children dear cloud Clusium coasts of Barbary cried dance dead deep doth dream earth Echo EUGENE FIELD eyes fairy father field flowers fountain gleam glory green grey Hark hath hear heard hearts riding heaven hill Horatius invar JAMES HOGG KENNETH GRAHAME Kilmeny King Lady of Shalott land Lars Porsena light look look'd Lord LORD TENNYSON loud lulla lullaby Maid merry moon morn never night o'er poems rain Ring river ROBERT HERRICK Robin Rome rose round run the tubs sailed Samian wine seaman to go sing Slapton sleep smiled smuggler snow song sound spake stars stood stream sweet thee thou Tournament towers tree tubs at Slapton Twas vision voice waves wild WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wine Wynken
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Seite 194 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Seite 157 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
Seite 128 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst : Oh hear!
Seite 161 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
Seite 73 - 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...
Seite 80 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb : ' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
Seite 155 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs, Which ne'er might be repeated...
Seite 58 - Philomel with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby. Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby. Never harm Nor spell nor charm Come our lovely lady nigh. So good night, with lullaby.
Seite 135 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
Seite 140 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave; For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...