Sungleams and ShadowsKent, 1881 - 324 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
beauty bird BLACK COUNTRY blessing bloom blue bonnie Jeannie Robertson Bontddu boys brave breast bright CAPERN charms cheek clackity cloud delight Devon divine doth dream e'en earth evermore Exon eyes fair flowers flump fragrant GEORGE NICHOLS golden golden willow Good-bye green happy Harborne Hark hath hear heard heart heaven hill Hurrah Janie dear John Clare land lane lark light Lillelu lily love's Lowman maid maiden meadow melody merry mirth mistletoe morn never night o'er pixy play pleasant pleasure poems poet pretty pride primrose rapture rich rill rings rose shadowland sigh sight sing smile snowdrops soft song sorrow soul spottled Spring summer sunny sunshine sweet sweetest tanteevyee tears tell tender thee There's thine thing thou throstle thrush thump true twink vale Wayside Warbles wild wind wing Yewland Yoho
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Seite 292 - If I work, then, with a will, It will be but playing still ; Ever merry, never weary, It will be but playing still. LESSON XLIII. ASIA. 1. The next morning Mary pointed to the map and said, " Here is Asia, lying east of Europe.
Seite 2 - How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks The wayward brain, to saunter through a wood ! An old place, full of many a lovely brood, Tall trees, green arbours, and ground-flowers in flocks ; And wild rose tip-toe upon hawthorn stocks...
Seite 305 - Though billmen ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight; Linked in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight, As fearlessly and well, Till utter darkness closed her wing O'er their thin host and wounded king.
Seite 248 - The flowers live by the tears that fall From the sad face of the skies ; And life would have no joys at all Were there no watery eyes.
Seite 291 - Hearken what the rill doth say, As it journeys every day ; Sweet as skylark on the wing, Ripple, dipple...
Seite 213 - ... Forrard together ! Hark ! Forrard ! Away ! ! ' " Just hear how they chirrup ! The running is hot. No fear of a fault, they are right on the slot, While Russell, the lusty old chief o' the Chase, Shouts, ' Swift as a brocket, too, look at his pace. A six-year-old beauty, let's follow the spoor, It's O for a jolly good run on the moor ! ' See, see ; how they swarm ! We are off with a bound, And ' Bird on the Wing ' runs as true as a hound, As our right royal hart, with his brow, bay, and tray,...
Seite 18 - SWEET Spirit of the Spring, I hear thee on the wing ; I saw thee leave thy darling where the snowdrops shed their light ; And I heard thee, singing, say, Come, love, with me away, And I'll chant a sweeter matin as we sunward take our flight. I will show thee where the lilies, The laughing daffodillies, Are bright with golden halos and bending o'er the brooks, Whose pretty, playful ways Have scooped out fairy bays In the willow-wattled hank-side and by alder-shaded nooks.
Seite 214 - Ware Bog ' the ' Bay ' makes amends for the toil — In Badgeworthy Water he's certain to soil, Where Russell is sure in the pink o' the sport To honour Jack Babbage when sounding the mort — And bearing off slot and broad antlers, hooray, With, ' Now then, my lads, for the next Hark Away ! ' ' Hark together ! Away ! Hark together ! Away ! Hark ! Forrard together ! Hark ! Forrard ! Away...
Seite 214 - Dunkery hill to the vale o' the Doones ; So "Ware bog," the "Bay" makes amends for the toil,— In Badgeworthy Water he's certain to soil, Where Russell is sure in the pink o' the sport To honour Jack Babbage when sounding the mort, — And bearing off slot and broad antlers, hooray, With " Now then my lads for the next Hark ! Away.