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... on , roll on , you noisy waves ; Roll higher up the strand : 2 How is it that you cannot pass That line of yellow sand ? 1 swirl , whirl . 2 strand , beach , shore . Make haste , or else the tide will turn ; 34 SIMPLE POEMS.
... on , roll on , you noisy waves ; Roll higher up the strand : 2 How is it that you cannot pass That line of yellow sand ? 1 swirl , whirl . 2 strand , beach , shore . Make haste , or else the tide will turn ; 34 SIMPLE POEMS.
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... turn ; Make haste , you noisy sea ! Roll quite across the bank , and then Far on across the lea.1 " We must not dare , " the waves reply : " That line of yellow sand Is laid along the shore to bound The waters and the land : " And all ...
... turn ; Make haste , you noisy sea ! Roll quite across the bank , and then Far on across the lea.1 " We must not dare , " the waves reply : " That line of yellow sand Is laid along the shore to bound The waters and the land : " And all ...
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... than lock or key . When we sleep sound , He takes his round , A sentry 2 o'er us all : 1 whir , whirl , a turning about quickly . 2 sentry , soldier on guard . Through the long dark night , Till broad daylight , AND EASY RHYMES . 53.
... than lock or key . When we sleep sound , He takes his round , A sentry 2 o'er us all : 1 whir , whirl , a turning about quickly . 2 sentry , soldier on guard . Through the long dark night , Till broad daylight , AND EASY RHYMES . 53.
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... Turn thine eyes to earth and heaven : God for thee the spring has given , Taught the birds their melodies , 1 Clothed the earth , and cleared the skies , For thy pleasure or thy food : Pour thy soul in gratitude.2 MARY HOWITT . * 71 ...
... Turn thine eyes to earth and heaven : God for thee the spring has given , Taught the birds their melodies , 1 Clothed the earth , and cleared the skies , For thy pleasure or thy food : Pour thy soul in gratitude.2 MARY HOWITT . * 71 ...
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... turn to ghosts ; The scanty pears and apples Hang russet on the bough : It's Autumn , Autumn , Autumn late , " Twill soon be Winter now . Robin , Robin Redbreast , O Robin dear ! And what will this poor Robin do ? For pinching days are ...
... turn to ghosts ; The scanty pears and apples Hang russet on the bough : It's Autumn , Autumn , Autumn late , " Twill soon be Winter now . Robin , Robin Redbreast , O Robin dear ! And what will this poor Robin do ? For pinching days are ...
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Young Folks Book of Poetry, Containing a Collection of the Best Short and ... Loomis J. 1831-1896 Campbell No preview available - 2015 |
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ALFRED TENNYSON ALICE CARY beautiful birdie bless blossoms blow blue Bob-o'-link bough brave breeze bright bright eyes brown thrush chee chick-a-de-dee child clouds clucking cold daisies dance dear doth earth eyes fairy father FELICIA HEMANS flowers fly away home gentle glad good-night grandpapa green grow happy harvest-home hear heart heaven Hiawatha hills JANE TAYLOR lady-bird laugh leaves light little bird little brook Little Lamb little Maid Little white Lily look LYDIA MARIA CHILD MARY HOWITT meadows merry moon morning mountain nest never night o'er peep pipe play pleasant pray pretty rain red deer River Robert of Lincoln Robin round S. T. COLERIDGE sang shine sing skies sleep snow soft song sorrow spank Spink spring stars summer sunshine sweet swing tell thee There's thing thou tree warm waves wind wings winter wood
Popular passages
Page 94 - O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 52 - I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek, and He is mild; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Page 43 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them. " And often after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer And eat my supper there. " The first that died was Sister Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away.
Page 93 - The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand.
Page 13 - Speak, father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Page 37 - And then an open field they crossed : The marks were still the same ; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank ; And further there were none ! —Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild.
Page 103 - There, with a light and easy motion, The fan-coral sweeps through the clear, deep sea, And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea; And life, in rare and beautiful forms. Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe, when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the waves his own.
Page 100 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part ; For the Gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen ; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean.
Page 35 - Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I 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!
Page 80 - Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.