The Water Babies: A Fairy Tale for a Land BabyMacmillan, 1899 - 310 |
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... beautiful place , and wear green velveteens , and have a real dog - whistle at my button , like you . ” The keeper laughed ; he was a kind - hearted fellow enough . " Let well alone , lad , and ill too , at times . Thy life's safer than ...
... beautiful place , and wear green velveteens , and have a real dog - whistle at my button , like you . ” The keeper laughed ; he was a kind - hearted fellow enough . " Let well alone , lad , and ill too , at times . Thy life's safer than ...
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... beautiful little girl that Tom had ever seen . Her cheeks were almost as white as the pillow , and her hair was like threads of gold spread all about over the bed . She might have been as old as Tom , or maybe a year or two older ; but ...
... beautiful little girl that Tom had ever seen . Her cheeks were almost as white as the pillow , and her hair was like threads of gold spread all about over the bed . She might have been as old as Tom , or maybe a year or two older ; but ...
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... beautiful stars . The stars are very beautiful , certainly ; but unfortunately they go in the twenty - thousandth part of a split second , and the pain which comes after them does not . And so Tom hurt his head ; but he was a brave boy ...
... beautiful stars . The stars are very beautiful , certainly ; but unfortunately they go in the twenty - thousandth part of a split second , and the pain which comes after them does not . And so Tom hurt his head ; but he was a brave boy ...
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... another step , and so on , till - oh , dear me ! I wish it was all over ; and so did he . And yet he thought he could throw a stone into the old woman's garden . At last he came to a bank of beautiful shrubs 4.6 The Water - Babies :
... another step , and so on , till - oh , dear me ! I wish it was all over ; and so did he . And yet he thought he could throw a stone into the old woman's garden . At last he came to a bank of beautiful shrubs 4.6 The Water - Babies :
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... beautiful shrubs ; whitebeam with its great silver - backed leaves , and mountain - ash , and oak ; and below them cliff and crag , cliff and crag , with great beds of crown - ferns and wood - sage ; while through the shrubs he could ...
... beautiful shrubs ; whitebeam with its great silver - backed leaves , and mountain - ash , and oak ; and below them cliff and crag , cliff and crag , with great beds of crown - ferns and wood - sage ; while through the shrubs he could ...
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afraid asked babies backstairs beasts beautiful Bedonebyasyoudid began birch-rod birds bogies Carey's catch CHARLES KINGSLEY chimney chimney-sweep clean crag creatures cried crying dirty dovekies Epimetheus eyes fairy fancy fellow fish frightened grew Grimes Harthover head heard Hellebore hippopotamus hundred Julius Cæsar jumped knew lady laughed legs little boys little children little dear little Ellie live lobster looked ma'am MATTHEW ARNOLD mollys Mother Carey Mount Erebus mouth nasty naughty never night nose once Other-end-of-Nowhere otter Peacepool perhaps petrels poor little Pow-wow pretty professor right whales rocks round salmon seen Shiny Wall Sir John sleep stone strange stream stupid sure swam sweet tail tell things thought thunderbox told Tom longed Tom waited Tom's took trout truncheon turned ugly Vendale water-babies whale wings wonderful
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Strona 195 - 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!
Strona 160 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Strona 7 - I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
Strona 76 - WHEN all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green ; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away : Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day.
Strona 253 - Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere. For what are all our contrivings, And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.
Strona 43 - I go, Baser and baser the richer I grow; Who dare sport with the sin-defiled? Shrink from me, turn from me, mother and child. Strong and free, strong and free. The floodgates are open, away to the sea. Free and strong, free and strong. Cleansing my streams as I hurry along To the golden sands, and the leaping bar. And the taintless tide that awaits me afar. As I lose myself in the infinite main. Like a soul that has sinned and is pardoned again. Undefiled, for the undefiled; Play by me, bathe in...
Strona 224 - And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : " Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." " Come, wander with me," she said, " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God.
Strona 117 - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings ; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things : — We murder to dissect.
Strona 193 - I played on the heath one day; And I cried for her more than a week, dears, But I never could find where she lay. I found my poor little doll, dears, As I played on the heath one day; Folks say she is terribly changed, dears, For her paint is all washed away.
Strona 44 - O ! th' exceeding grace of highest God, that loves his creatures so, and all his workes with mercy doth embrace, that blessed Angels he sends to and fro to serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.