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... beneath her wing , One scrambled on her back : " That's very rude , " said old Dame Duck , " Get off ! quack , quack , quack , quack ! 44 " Tis close , " said Dame Duck , shoving out The egg - shells with her bill : " Besides , it never ...
... beneath her wing , One scrambled on her back : " That's very rude , " said old Dame Duck , " Get off ! quack , quack , quack , quack ! 44 " Tis close , " said Dame Duck , shoving out The egg - shells with her bill : " Besides , it never ...
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... beneath her breast A dozen white eggs lay . Crack , crack ! went all the eggs ; Out dropped the chickens small ! " Clock ! " said the Clocking - Hen , " Now I have you all . " Come along , my little chicks , I'll take a walk with you ...
... beneath her breast A dozen white eggs lay . Crack , crack ! went all the eggs ; Out dropped the chickens small ! " Clock ! " said the Clocking - Hen , " Now I have you all . " Come along , my little chicks , I'll take a walk with you ...
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... beneath her cowl , And a pair of large round eyes . She sat all day on the self - same spray , From sunrise till sunset ; And the dim grey light , it was all too bright For the Owl to see in yet . " Jenny Owlet , Jenny Owlet , " said a ...
... beneath her cowl , And a pair of large round eyes . She sat all day on the self - same spray , From sunrise till sunset ; And the dim grey light , it was all too bright For the Owl to see in yet . " Jenny Owlet , Jenny Owlet , " said a ...
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... Beneath a drooping fern , that made A shelter snug and warm . She slept until the daylight came , And all things were awake , And then the Hare , with noiseless steps , Crept softly from the brake . She stroked her whiskers with her ...
... Beneath a drooping fern , that made A shelter snug and warm . She slept until the daylight came , And all things were awake , And then the Hare , with noiseless steps , Crept softly from the brake . She stroked her whiskers with her ...
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... beneath the table - cloth - beneath the sofa too , I said , " You little vulgar boy ! why , what's become of you ? " I could not see my table - spoons : -I looked , but couldn't see The little fiddle - pattern ones I use when I'm at tea ...
... beneath the table - cloth - beneath the sofa too , I said , " You little vulgar boy ! why , what's become of you ? " I could not see my table - spoons : -I looked , but couldn't see The little fiddle - pattern ones I use when I'm at tea ...
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angels ANN TAYLOR Annabel Lee beautiful bells beneath birds blessed blow blue Bonny Dundee bosom breast breath bright Cæsar child CHRISTINA G clouds cried dark dear death deep door DORA GREENWELL doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER eyes fair father flowers green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hour Inchcape Rock ISAAC WATTS JANE and ANN light live look Lord lullaby Mary MARY HOWITT merry morning mother ne'er nest never night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY play poor pray Quoth Rattle-tattle ROBERT SOUTHEY Robin rose round shining sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spring stars sweet tears tell thee things thou thought TOM HOOD tree Twas unto Virginia Dare voice wave weary wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings wonder young
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Page 256 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 261 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 189 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Page 256 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
Page 257 - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Page 263 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 256 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Page 328 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! 0 joy!
Page 240 - Eske river where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall, Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all.
Page 47 - Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will, for a' that, That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a