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ANDREW JONES answer'd APRIL MORNINGS ask'd beauty Beneath BLENHEIM bless blest bloom call'd caterpillar charm church-yard clos'd cold Corin cottage cries Crocodile King cry'd dame darling child dear Death delight door drink Dungeon-Gill e'er ev'ry evermore eyes fair father fell flowers glutton Goody Blake grafs green ground happy Harry Gill hear heard heart Heav'n hill Kilve Kilve's labour lamb limbs linnet Liswyn farm little maid look look'd looking-glass lost my darling Lucy Gray mind morning mother never night o'er orphan boy pale pass'd pity pleasure poor old pray press-gang pride quoth raven reply seem'd sigh sing sleep smile Snail song soon sorrow spring stopp'd sweet tail to strike tears teeth they chatter tell thee thine thing thou turn'd Twas villain,Man voice warm wild wind woman wou'd Young Harry
Page 52 - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie Beneath the churchyard tree.
Page 30 - tis to be an orphan boy. 0 were I by your bounty fed; Nay, gentle lady, do not chide, Trust me, I mean to earn my bread The sailor's orphan boy has pride. Lady, you weep!
Page 47 - No word to any man he utters, A-bed or up, to young or old ; But ever to himself he mutters, " Poor Harry Gill is very cold.'' A-bed or up, by night or day ; His teeth they chatter, chatter still. Now think, ye farmers all, I pray, Of Goody Blake and Harry Gill.
Page 60 - With you ! and quit my Susan's side ? With you ! " the hapless husband cried. " Young as I am, 'tis monstrous hard ! Besides, in truth, I'm not prepared; My thoughts on other matters go ; This is my wedding-day, you know.
Page 26 - Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran ; And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
Page 79 - 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, ' Who fell in the great victory. ' I find them in the garden, For there's many here about ; And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men,' said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' ' Now tell us what 'twas all about...
Page 42 - The neighbors tell, and tell you truly, His teeth they chatter, chatter still. At night, at morning, and at noon, 'Tis all the same with Harry Gill; Beneath the sun, beneath the moon, His teeth they chatter, chatter still.
Page 52 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 51 - That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair; Her beauty made me glad. 'Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?' 'How many? Seven in all,' she said, And wondering looked at me.