Open Sesame!: Poetry and Prose for School-days, Volume 1Blanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin Ginn, 1889 - Recitations |
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... thousand crowns , not him ! " He whispered , while our eyes were dim . Poor Dick ! bad Dick ! our wayward son- Turbulent , restless , idle one- Could he be spared ? Nay , He who gave Bade us befriend him to the grave ; Only a mother's ...
... thousand crowns , not him ! " He whispered , while our eyes were dim . Poor Dick ! bad Dick ! our wayward son- Turbulent , restless , idle one- Could he be spared ? Nay , He who gave Bade us befriend him to the grave ; Only a mother's ...
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... thousand years , 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 ...
... thousand years , 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 ...
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... thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name , Robs me of that which not enriches him , And makes me poor indeed . THE MOON . ANONYMOUS . O MOON , said the children , O Moon , that shineth fair , Why do you stay so far away , so ...
... thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name , Robs me of that which not enriches him , And makes me poor indeed . THE MOON . ANONYMOUS . O MOON , said the children , O Moon , that shineth fair , Why do you stay so far away , so ...
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... art my sun ! " And the grain in a thousand fields rustles in the wind , and makes answer , " Thou art my sun ! " So God sits effulgent in Heaven , not for a favored few , but for the universe of life ; and SENTIMENT AND STORY . 49.
... art my sun ! " And the grain in a thousand fields rustles in the wind , and makes answer , " Thou art my sun ! " So God sits effulgent in Heaven , not for a favored few , but for the universe of life ; and SENTIMENT AND STORY . 49.
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... and wealthy , and wise . HE who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare , And he who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere . CONSIDER . CHRISTINA G. ROSETTI . CONSIDER The lilies of SENTIMENT AND STORY . 53.
... and wealthy , and wise . HE who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare , And he who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere . CONSIDER . CHRISTINA G. ROSETTI . CONSIDER The lilies of SENTIMENT AND STORY . 53.
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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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Page 117 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
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Page 200 - Blest with victory and peace, may the heavenrescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just; And this be our motto :
Page 199 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Page 173 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.