Select poetry for children: with notes, arranged by J. Payne, Issue 690Joseph Payne 1874 |
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... side . Soon those tottering feet will bound O'er the thyme - besprinkled mound ; - Enlivened by the cheering sun , Soon the jocund race thou'lt run , And in the sportive frolic join , With heart as light and gay as mine . 1 Harbinger ...
... side . Soon those tottering feet will bound O'er the thyme - besprinkled mound ; - Enlivened by the cheering sun , Soon the jocund race thou'lt run , And in the sportive frolic join , With heart as light and gay as mine . 1 Harbinger ...
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... ball and the Grasshopper's feast ; The trumpeter Gad - fly has summoned the crew , And the revels are now only waiting for you . Plume - to pick and adjust the feathers . On the smooth - shaven grass , by the side 10 SELECT POETRY 10.
... ball and the Grasshopper's feast ; The trumpeter Gad - fly has summoned the crew , And the revels are now only waiting for you . Plume - to pick and adjust the feathers . On the smooth - shaven grass , by the side 10 SELECT POETRY 10.
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Joseph Payne. On the smooth - shaven grass , by the side of a wood , Beneath a broad oak , which for ages has stood , See the children of earth , and the tenants of air , For an evening's amusement together repair : There first came the ...
Joseph Payne. On the smooth - shaven grass , by the side of a wood , Beneath a broad oak , which for ages has stood , See the children of earth , and the tenants of air , For an evening's amusement together repair : There first came the ...
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... side , And with many a crafty , cruel knot , His hands and feet he tied ; And bound him down unto the floor , And said , in savage jest , " There is heavy work for you in store ; — So , Baron , take your rest ! Then up and down his ...
... side , And with many a crafty , cruel knot , His hands and feet he tied ; And bound him down unto the floor , And said , in savage jest , " There is heavy work for you in store ; — So , Baron , take your rest ! Then up and down his ...
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... Side by side , now bending low , Down the swaths of barley go , Stroke by stroke , as true's 2 the chime Of the bells , we keep in time ; Then we whet the ringing scythe , Standing ' mong the barley lithe , 3 Rink - a - tink , rink - a ...
... Side by side , now bending low , Down the swaths of barley go , Stroke by stroke , as true's 2 the chime Of the bells , we keep in time ; Then we whet the ringing scythe , Standing ' mong the barley lithe , 3 Rink - a - tink , rink - a ...
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Page 79 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell. She answered, "Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. "Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the church-yard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother." "You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven ! I pray you tell, Sweet Maid, how this may be.
Page 317 - And nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." "Come, wander with me," she said, "Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvelous tale.
Page 29 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
Page 206 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, Well done!
Page 296 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Page 249 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him 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 child-like form.
Page 319 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
Page 57 - 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!
Page 110 - He plied his work ; — and Lucy took The lantern in her hand. Not blither is the mountain roe: With many" a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow, That rises up like smoke. The storm came on before its time: She wandered up and down ; And many a hill did Lucy climb: But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlook'd the moor; And thence...
Page 207 - The bottles twain behind his back were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke, as they had basted been. But still he seemed to carry weight, with leathern girdle braced ; For all might see the bottle-necks still dangling at his waist.