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... once , I know my little Ellen will never be a dunce ; But if she should be rather slow in learning A B C , I must have patience with her , as my mother had with me . I'll say a morning prayer with her , when first she sees the light ...
... once , I know my little Ellen will never be a dunce ; But if she should be rather slow in learning A B C , I must have patience with her , as my mother had with me . I'll say a morning prayer with her , when first she sees the light ...
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... once a mother's pride , And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died , And I am now an orphan boy . Poor , foolish child ! how pleased was I , When news of Nelson's victory came , Along the crowded streets ...
... once a mother's pride , And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died , And I am now an orphan boy . Poor , foolish child ! how pleased was I , When news of Nelson's victory came , Along the crowded streets ...
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... once more , White blossom of the sloe ! Thy leaves will come as heretofore , But this poor heart , its troubles o'er , Will then lie low . A month at least before thy time , Thou com'st , pale flower , to me ; For well thou know'st the ...
... once more , White blossom of the sloe ! Thy leaves will come as heretofore , But this poor heart , its troubles o'er , Will then lie low . A month at least before thy time , Thou com'st , pale flower , to me ; For well thou know'st the ...
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... once his integrity put to the test ; His comrades had plotted an orchard to rob , And ask'd him to go and assist in the job . He was shocked , sir , like you , and answered , " Oh no , What ! rob our good neighbour ! I pray you don't go ...
... once his integrity put to the test ; His comrades had plotted an orchard to rob , And ask'd him to go and assist in the job . He was shocked , sir , like you , and answered , " Oh no , What ! rob our good neighbour ! I pray you don't go ...
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... once , when a drunken old man declar'd The ghost his thin arm did stretch , And smote him hard ; and the old man heard The ghost call out , " You wretch ! " And he staggered away , and from that same day Did the drunken man repent ; But ...
... once , when a drunken old man declar'd The ghost his thin arm did stretch , And smote him hard ; and the old man heard The ghost call out , " You wretch ! " And he staggered away , and from that same day Did the drunken man repent ; But ...
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61 ÆäÀÌÁö - He grasp'd the mane with both his hands And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin neck or nought, Away went hat and wig, He little dreamt when he set out Of running such a rig.
27 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
65 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before.
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain! Whom in a trice he tried to stop, By catching at his rein; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
48 ÆäÀÌÁö - Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two arc gone to sea; " Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well. How sweet from the green, mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the...