The Listening Child: A Selection from the Stories of English Verse Made for the Youngest Readers and HearersA selection of poems from the 14th through the 19th century. |
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... Brave GRAY , THOMAS . ( 1716-1771 . ) Spring GOLDSMITH , OLIVER . The Schoolmaster 57 60 61 62 63 65 66 67 69 70 174 72 COWPER , WILLIAM . ( 1731-1800 . ) The Cricket · The Nightingale and the Glow - worm The Loss of the Royal George 75 ...
... Brave GRAY , THOMAS . ( 1716-1771 . ) Spring GOLDSMITH , OLIVER . The Schoolmaster 57 60 61 62 63 65 66 67 69 70 174 72 COWPER , WILLIAM . ( 1731-1800 . ) The Cricket · The Nightingale and the Glow - worm The Loss of the Royal George 75 ...
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... brave , Age like winter bare ; Youth is full of sport , Age's breath is short , Youth is nimble , Age is lame ; Youth is hot and bold , Age is weak and cold , Youth is wild , and Age is tame : Age , I do abhor thee , Youth , I do adore ...
... brave , Age like winter bare ; Youth is full of sport , Age's breath is short , Youth is nimble , Age is lame ; Youth is hot and bold , Age is weak and cold , Youth is wild , and Age is tame : Age , I do abhor thee , Youth , I do adore ...
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... brave hawks fly ! Horses amain , Over ridge , over plain , The dogs have the stag in chase : ' Tis a sport to content a king . So ho ! ho ! through the skies How the proud bird flies , And sousing , kills with a grace ! Now the deer ...
... brave hawks fly ! Horses amain , Over ridge , over plain , The dogs have the stag in chase : ' Tis a sport to content a king . So ho ! ho ! through the skies How the proud bird flies , And sousing , kills with a grace ! Now the deer ...
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... brave , Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye , Thy root is ever in its grave , And thou must die . Sweet Spring , full of sweet days and roses , A box where sweets compacted lie , My music shows ye have your closes , Only a sweet and ...
... brave , Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye , Thy root is ever in its grave , And thou must die . Sweet Spring , full of sweet days and roses , A box where sweets compacted lie , My music shows ye have your closes , Only a sweet and ...
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... BRAVE WILLIAM COLLINS OW sleep the brave 69 Shenstone, WILLIAM (1714-1763 The Shepherd's Home.
... BRAVE WILLIAM COLLINS OW sleep the brave 69 Shenstone, WILLIAM (1714-1763 The Shepherd's Home.
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Allen-a-Dale baby baby's bees bird blow blue Bob-o'-link bonnie bough brave bright CHARLES KINGSLEY chee child crown darling dead dear dream earth EDMUND SPENSER eyes fair fairy flowers Glenlogie gold golden gray green hair hark hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills Inchcape Rock JOHN kiss Lady Nancy lambs laugh light Little Bell Lord Lovel LORD TENNYSON loud lover lullaby merry moon morning mother mountain Neckan nest never night o'er Peggy pipe pretty queen ROBERT ROBERT BURNS ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Robin rode rose round shepherds shine sings sits sleep smile song Spring squirrel steed summer sweet sweet dove died tear thee thing thou tree tuwhit twas voice waves weep wild WILLIAM WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings winter woods young
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Page 60 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 177 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 265 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, " They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 279 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 23 - A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Page 179 - And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. 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; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 158 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills. Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Page 159 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air...
Page 5 - O ! then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 27 - 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. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...