Poetry for Children
Houghton, Mifflin Company, 1879 - Всего страниц: 112
Poems with varying degrees of difficulty and a wide range of subject matter, specifically chosen for elementary children.
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Allen-a-Dale angels answer baby Beneath better bird bless bread bright brown busy canst child clear close comes cried Dame dark dear Duck E. H. Garrett eyes F. T. Merrill face fair fairy Father Father William feet flowers Garrett and Merrill give grandmother grandpapa grave green hand happy hath haunted spring head hear heard heart heaven hens hour Inchcape Rock John keep kind lady little boy Little lamb live lonesome glen looked Mabel MIDSUMMER DAY mind moon morning mother nest never night Nose play poor pray prayer Robin Robin Hood Rock rose round side sing sleep soon sound spectacles stars stream strong summer sweet tell thee thing thou thought Three Bells tree turned watch wind wish wood young youth
Стр. 230 - Said Gilpin — So am I ! But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why ? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Стр. 228 - Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig. The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, Well done!
Стр. 153 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away.
Стр. 240 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Стр. 139 - the breakers roar? For methinks, we should be near the shore." "Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell.
Стр. 229 - Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! — Here's the house " They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we. are tired!
Стр. 225 - O'erjoyed was he to find, That, though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was not allowed To drive up to the door, lest all Should say that she was proud.
Стр. 200 - The sea, the blue lone sea hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Стр. 133 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.