The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, 1. köide,lk 1–456H. Holt, 1915 - 3742 pages |
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... Gone . Grace Denio Litchfield .Arlo Bates .. . Robert Louis Stevenson John R. Thompson . Henry Vaughan . 416 Dante Gabriel Rossetti 417 Henry Van Dyke . 417 Thomas Love Peacock 417 Thomas S. Jones , Jr. 418 Thomas S. Jones , Jr. 418 418 ...
... Gone . Grace Denio Litchfield .Arlo Bates .. . Robert Louis Stevenson John R. Thompson . Henry Vaughan . 416 Dante Gabriel Rossetti 417 Henry Van Dyke . 417 Thomas Love Peacock 417 Thomas S. Jones , Jr. 418 Thomas S. Jones , Jr. 418 418 ...
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... gone a - hunting To get a little rabbit - skin To wrap the baby bunting in . OLD King Cole was a merry old soul , And a merry old soul was he ; He called for his pipe , and he called for his bowl , And he called for his fiddlers three ...
... gone a - hunting To get a little rabbit - skin To wrap the baby bunting in . OLD King Cole was a merry old soul , And a merry old soul was he ; He called for his pipe , and he called for his bowl , And he called for his fiddlers three ...
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... gone to sea , Silver buckles at his knee ; When he comes back , he'll marry me , Bonny Bobby Shaftoe . Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair , Combing down his yellow hair ; He's my love for evermair , Bonny Bobby Shaftoe . ROCK - A - BYE , baby ...
... gone to sea , Silver buckles at his knee ; When he comes back , he'll marry me , Bonny Bobby Shaftoe . Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair , Combing down his yellow hair ; He's my love for evermair , Bonny Bobby Shaftoe . ROCK - A - BYE , baby ...
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... gone for a ride on his rolling - pin . So they all came back by the way of the town , And turned the meeting - house upside down . Laura E. Richards [ 1850- THE COW THANK you , pretty cow , that made Pleasant milk to soak my bread ...
... gone for a ride on his rolling - pin . So they all came back by the way of the town , And turned the meeting - house upside down . Laura E. Richards [ 1850- THE COW THANK you , pretty cow , that made Pleasant milk to soak my bread ...
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... gone away ; All the clothes are tucked in tight ; Little baby dear , good - night . Yes , my darling , well I know How the bitter wind doth blow ; And the winter's snow and rain Patter on the window - pane : But they cannot come in here ...
... gone away ; All the clothes are tucked in tight ; Little baby dear , good - night . Yes , my darling , well I know How the bitter wind doth blow ; And the winter's snow and rain Patter on the window - pane : But they cannot come in here ...
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Page 206 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Page 369 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 357 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 439 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 319 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 304 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Page 79 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Page 218 - Nature that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat, the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.
Page 425 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember...
Page 217 - Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.