Aunt Charlotte's evenings at home with the poets: a collection of poems for the young, with conversations, arranged by C.M. YongeCharlotte Mary Yonge 1881 |
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... voice was always raised to uphold whatever was good , and that in the midst of the utmost sadness of heart . Every- thing seemed dark and hopeless to himself , and yet , instead of grieving other people with his sorrows , he always ...
... voice was always raised to uphold whatever was good , and that in the midst of the utmost sadness of heart . Every- thing seemed dark and hopeless to himself , and yet , instead of grieving other people with his sorrows , he always ...
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... voice Proceeding , made the heart rejoice Of him who slept upon the open lea ; Waking at morn , he murmured not , And , till life's journey closed , the spot Was to the pilgrim's soul endeared , Where by that dream he had been cheered ...
... voice Proceeding , made the heart rejoice Of him who slept upon the open lea ; Waking at morn , he murmured not , And , till life's journey closed , the spot Was to the pilgrim's soul endeared , Where by that dream he had been cheered ...
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... voice which well he knew- A long and melancholy mew , Saluting his poetic ears , Consoled him and dispell'd his fears . He left his bed , he trod the floor , And ' gan in haste the drawers explore , The lowest first , and without stop ...
... voice which well he knew- A long and melancholy mew , Saluting his poetic ears , Consoled him and dispell'd his fears . He left his bed , he trod the floor , And ' gan in haste the drawers explore , The lowest first , and without stop ...
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... voice was merrier than the merry organ On Mass days that is in the churches gone . Well sickerer was his crowing in his lodge Than is a clock , or any abbey orloge . Alice . That means that he kept time better than any clock . How ...
... voice was merrier than the merry organ On Mass days that is in the churches gone . Well sickerer was his crowing in his lodge Than is a clock , or any abbey orloge . Alice . That means that he kept time better than any clock . How ...
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... Sly Reynard , not tired , Her plumage admired- " How charming ! how brilliant its hue ! The voice must be fine Of a bird so divine- Ah ! let me just hear it , pray do ? " Believe me , I long To hear a sweet 82 Aunt Charlotte's Poetry Book .
... Sly Reynard , not tired , Her plumage admired- " How charming ! how brilliant its hue ! The voice must be fine Of a bird so divine- Ah ! let me just hear it , pray do ? " Believe me , I long To hear a sweet 82 Aunt Charlotte's Poetry Book .
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Alice Aristomenes Aunt Charlotte bear beautiful belfry bell bird blue bright brother Butterfly Butterfly's called Chanticlear Charles Lamb cheer child Cluas Cowper creature cried Crocodile dance dear delight door dream ears Edmund eyes F. W. BOURDILLON fair Fairy Fairy ring father fear flies flowers frogs gentle glad Glow-worm Grace Gracie green hand Hark hath head heard heart Hugh Miller Jane Taylor JOHN GODFRey Saxe King kitten knew lady Lake poets laughing leaves light lived look MARCUS WARD MARY HOWITT morning mother ne'er never night o'er Paper Nautilus play poem poet poor pray pretty Queen rain Robin round shine sing sleep snake song Spider story sure sweet tail thee There's a Fly thing thou thought tree turned Twas verses Vincent Bourne watch ween wind wings wonder ye neighbours young
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319 ページ - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
49 ページ - How beautiful is the rain ! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain ! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs ! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout ! Across the window-pane It pours and pours ; And swift and wide, With a muddy tide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain...
48 ページ - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
244 ページ - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery...
88 ページ - Ho! what have we here So very round and smooth and sharp? To me 'tis mighty clear This wonder of an Elephant Is very like a spear!
89 ページ - the Elephant Is very like a rope!" And so these men of Indostan Disputed loud and long, Each in his own opinion Exceeding stiff and strong, Though each was partly in the right, And all were in the wrong!
37 ページ - The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws, Her coat that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes, She saw, and purr'd applause. Still had she gazed, but midst the tide Two angel forms were seen to glide, The genii of the stream : Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue, Through richest purple, to the view Betray'da golden gleam.
88 ページ - The fifth, who chanced to touch the ear, Said: "E'en the blindest man Can tell what this resembles most; Deny the fact who can, This marvel of an elephant Is very like a fan!" The sixth no sooner had begun About the beast to grope Than, seizing on the swinging tail That fell within his scope, "I see," quoth he, "the elephant Is very like a rope!
120 ページ - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
286 ページ - Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing ; Your robes are green and purple — there's a crest upon your head ; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead...