Poetry for ChildrenHoughton, Mifflin, 1879 - Всего страниц: 240 Poems with varying degrees of difficulty and a wide range of subject matter, specifically chosen for elementary children. |
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... beside . What of this ? - our blessed Lord Was of lowly birth , And poor toiling fishermen Were His friends on earth ! We are ignorant and young , Simple children all ; Gifted with but humble powers , And of learning small . What of ...
... beside . What of this ? - our blessed Lord Was of lowly birth , And poor toiling fishermen Were His friends on earth ! We are ignorant and young , Simple children all ; Gifted with but humble powers , And of learning small . What of ...
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... beside my wing . " But Master Tommy Rook Gave another saucy look , And chattered out , " Don't care ! don't care ! don't care ! " And off he flew with glee , From his brothers in the tree , And lighted on the field so green and fair ...
... beside my wing . " But Master Tommy Rook Gave another saucy look , And chattered out , " Don't care ! don't care ! don't care ! " And off he flew with glee , From his brothers in the tree , And lighted on the field so green and fair ...
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... " Little white Lily Drest like a bride ! Shining with whiteness , And crowned beside ! Little white Lily Droopeth with pain , Waiting and waiting For the wet rain . 30 LITTLE WHITE LILY . Little white Lily Holdeth her.
... " Little white Lily Drest like a bride ! Shining with whiteness , And crowned beside ! Little white Lily Droopeth with pain , Waiting and waiting For the wet rain . 30 LITTLE WHITE LILY . Little white Lily Holdeth her.
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... crossed the wild , I chanced to see , at break of day , The solitary child . No mate , no comrade , Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor , The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door . . ( 47 ) 48 LUCY GRAY ; OR , SOLITUDE . " To.
... crossed the wild , I chanced to see , at break of day , The solitary child . No mate , no comrade , Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor , The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door . . ( 47 ) 48 LUCY GRAY ; OR , SOLITUDE . " To.
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... oft in pleasant evenings past Had warned him from his play . He clasped his mother's hand and sighed , And to his lip arose A little prayer he learnt beside Her knee at even's close . THE DYING CHILD . And thus he prayed , ere.
... oft in pleasant evenings past Had warned him from his play . He clasped his mother's hand and sighed , And to his lip arose A little prayer he learnt beside Her knee at even's close . THE DYING CHILD . And thus he prayed , ere.
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BABY SMALL BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beneath bird blessed bright CALDON-LOW call me early cherry Cheshire cheese COCK ROBIN cried danced Darling Lily dead and gone DEATH OF MASTER DORA GREENWELL DYING CHILD Effie eyes F. T. Merrill fair father flowers Freddie Garrett and Merrill grave green hand head heard heart Heaven Homes of England JANE TAYLOR JENNY WREN kissed laugh light LILY'S BALL little birdie little Dandelion LITTLE GOOSE Little white Lily look LUCY GRAY MARY HOWITT MASTER TOMMY ROOK Merrill E. H. Garrett Merrill Garrett moon morning mother dear nest Netherby never night o'er OLD CHRISTMAS PET LAMB poor pretty babes PUSSY-CAT Queen quoth REAPER ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH round shining sing SIR JOHN MOORE sleep smile snow sorrow tear tell thee There's thou tree Twas TWINKLE VISIT FROM ST wild wind WOOD young Lochinvar
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Стр. 108 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Стр. 106 - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall, Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all.
Стр. 48 - That, father, will I gladly do ; Tis scarcely afternoon — • The Minster clock has just struck two, And yonder is the moon.
Стр. 93 - With a little old driver so lively and quick I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by name: "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall! Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all!
Стр. 117 - Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar ; The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee ; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea...
Стр. 105 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
Стр. 123 - 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. 66 - I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break : But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Стр. 118 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...
Стр. 55 - 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.