Poetry for ChildrenSamuel Eliot Houghton, 1879 - Всего страниц: 327 A poetry anthology used by the Boston Public Schools in the late 1800's. |
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... shall be what you will make us : - Make us wise , and make us good ; Make us strong for time of trial ; Teach us temperance , self - denial , Patience , kindness , fortitude . 2 THE CHILDREN'S APPEAL . Look into our childish faces.
... shall be what you will make us : - Make us wise , and make us good ; Make us strong for time of trial ; Teach us temperance , self - denial , Patience , kindness , fortitude . 2 THE CHILDREN'S APPEAL . Look into our childish faces.
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... strong ! ' " And some they brought the brown linseed , And flung it down from the Low : ' And this , ' said they , by the sunrise , In the weaver's croft shall grow ! " Oh . the poor lame weaver ! How he will laugh outright When he sees ...
... strong ! ' " And some they brought the brown linseed , And flung it down from the Low : ' And this , ' said they , by the sunrise , In the weaver's croft shall grow ! " Oh . the poor lame weaver ! How he will laugh outright When he sees ...
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... strong Dashes before them then , Hairy and curly and strong , And brave as a dozen men ; Bounding , panting , gasping , Rushing straight as a dart ; Ready to die in the cause , A dog with a loyal heart . He fights with the fighting sea ...
... strong Dashes before them then , Hairy and curly and strong , And brave as a dozen men ; Bounding , panting , gasping , Rushing straight as a dart ; Ready to die in the cause , A dog with a loyal heart . He fights with the fighting sea ...
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... strong for human hand , The tempest gathered o'er her . And still they rowed amidst the roar Of waters fast prevailing ; Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore , His wrath was changed to wailing . For sore dismayed , through storm and ...
... strong for human hand , The tempest gathered o'er her . And still they rowed amidst the roar Of waters fast prevailing ; Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore , His wrath was changed to wailing . For sore dismayed , through storm and ...
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... strong ; Though the wind hath fallen they drift along , Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock : " O Christ ! it is the Inchcape Rock ! " Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair , And beat his breast in his despair ; The waves rush in ...
... strong ; Though the wind hath fallen they drift along , Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock : " O Christ ! it is the Inchcape Rock ! " Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair , And beat his breast in his despair ; The waves rush in ...
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Allen-a-Dale angel baby BATTLE OF BLENHEIM Bay of Biscay beneath bird blessed blow bright BRIXHAM Caldon-Low child cried dark dead dear death DORA GREENWELL doth E. H. Garrett eyes F. T. Merrill fair fairy father flowers Garrett and Merrill gone good-night grass grave gray green GREENWOOD TREE hand hath haunted spring head hear heard heart heaven Inchcape Rock John Barleycorn JOHN GILPIN Kirkley Hall kissed lamb laugh light little birdie little Dandelion Little white Lily LLEWELLYN Lochinvar looked Mabel Mary MARY HOWITT MIDSUMMER DAY morning mother nest never night o'er play pray pretty Queen quoth Robin ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH rose round sail sigh sing sleep smiled snow song sweet tell thee There's thou Three Bells tree Twas TWINKLE unto VISIT FROM ST voice waves wild wind Winstanley young
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Стр. 106 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face. That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Стр. 232 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware. So, turning to his horse, he said — I am in haste to dine; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Стр. 164 - Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee?
Стр. 106 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide,- And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Стр. 224 - That's well said; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnished with our own, Which is both bright and clear. John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife; 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 allow'd To drive up to the door, lest all Should say that she was proud.
Стр. 111 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
Стр. 241 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they ? I pray you tell.
Стр. 122 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?
Стр. 137 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring, It made him whistle, it made him sing; His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the priest of Aberbrothok.
Стр. 55 - The Reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.