Open Sesame!: Poetry and Prose for School-days, Volume 1Blanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin Ginn, 1889 - Recitations |
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... once they were white as milk ; Wonderful baby garments , Broidered , with loving care , By fingers that felt the pleasure As they wrought the ruffles rare . A sword , with the red rust on it , That flashed in the battle - tide , When ...
... once they were white as milk ; Wonderful baby garments , Broidered , with loving care , By fingers that felt the pleasure As they wrought the ruffles rare . A sword , with the red rust on it , That flashed in the battle - tide , When ...
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... once again did I repeat the song : " Nay , " said I , " more than half to the damsel must belong ; For she looked with such a look , and she spake with such a tone , That I almost received her heart into my own . " THE DEATH OF LITTLE ...
... once again did I repeat the song : " Nay , " said I , " more than half to the damsel must belong ; For she looked with such a look , and she spake with such a tone , That I almost received her heart into my own . " THE DEATH OF LITTLE ...
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... Once from his harem fled in sudden tears , And had this sentence on the city's gate Deeply engraven , " Only God is great . " So these four words above the city's noise Hung like the accents of an angel's voice . And evermore from the ...
... Once from his harem fled in sudden tears , And had this sentence on the city's gate Deeply engraven , " Only God is great . " So these four words above the city's noise Hung like the accents of an angel's voice . And evermore from the ...
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... once take your eye , And a longing to catch him once seize you , He'll give you no comfort nor rest till you die , Life long he'll torment you and tease you . He'll keep you all day running up and down hill , Now racing and panting ...
... once take your eye , And a longing to catch him once seize you , He'll give you no comfort nor rest till you die , Life long he'll torment you and tease you . He'll keep you all day running up and down hill , Now racing and panting ...
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... Once doing will not suffice , Though doing be not in vain ; And a blessing failing us once or twice , May come if we try again . The path that has once been trod , Is never so rough to the feet ; And the lesson we once have learned , Is ...
... Once doing will not suffice , Though doing be not in vain ; And a blessing failing us once or twice , May come if we try again . The path that has once been trod , Is never so rough to the feet ; And the lesson we once have learned , Is ...
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a-begging Æsop ALFRED TENNYSON ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE angel ANONYMOUS Barum beautiful bird blow blue boughs bright child CHRISTINA G Christmas cold cried curls dark dear little doll doth dream eyes fair fairy father feet flowers fly away home forever golden good-night green hair hand hath head hear heart heaven JOHN KEBLE King kiss Lady Moon lady-bird lamb land light Little mamma Little white Lily live look maid MARY HOWITT merry morning mother never night nose o'er old oaken bucket pipe play Polly poor pray pretty Queen rain rest River Robin rose round Saint Swithun sandpiper shining sing skies sleep smile soft song star-spangled banner stars summer sweet tell thee There's thine things thou tree twas watch Where's my baby WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
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Page 173 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there! She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle-bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land!
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