The Children's First [-third] Book of Poetry, Livro 2Emilie Kip Baker American Book Company, 1915 |
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... the little brown hand . MARY H. KROUT . " I FIND earth not gray , but rosy , Heaven not grim , but fair of hue . Do I stoop , I pick a posy , Do I stand and stare - all's blue . " THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN HAMELIN TOWN's in Brunswick , 30.
... the little brown hand . MARY H. KROUT . " I FIND earth not gray , but rosy , Heaven not grim , but fair of hue . Do I stoop , I pick a posy , Do I stand and stare - all's blue . " THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN HAMELIN TOWN's in Brunswick , 30.
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... heaven's gate Opes to the rich at as easy rate As the needle's eye takes a camel in ! The Mayor sent East , West , North , and South To offer the Piper , by word of mouth , Wherever it was men's lot to find him , Silver and gold to his ...
... heaven's gate Opes to the rich at as easy rate As the needle's eye takes a camel in ! The Mayor sent East , West , North , and South To offer the Piper , by word of mouth , Wherever it was men's lot to find him , Silver and gold to his ...
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... 'll row you o'er the ferry . ” By this the storm grew loud apace , The water wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking . But still as wilder blew the wind , And as 65.
... 'll row you o'er the ferry . ” By this the storm grew loud apace , The water wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking . But still as wilder blew the wind , And as 65.
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... heaven , with its crescent so pale , And with all its bright spangles ! " said Allen - a - Dale . The father was steel , and the mother was stone ; They lifted the latch , and they bade him be gone ; But loud , on the morrow , their ...
... heaven , with its crescent so pale , And with all its bright spangles ! " said Allen - a - Dale . The father was steel , and the mother was stone ; They lifted the latch , and they bade him be gone ; But loud , on the morrow , their ...
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... aside your white - skin wrapper , For the summer time is coming , And the sun is warm in Heaven , And you need no white - skin wrapper Thus aloud cried Hiawatha . יי ! And the tree with all its branches Rustled in the 73.
... aside your white - skin wrapper , For the summer time is coming , And the sun is warm in Heaven , And you need no white - skin wrapper Thus aloud cried Hiawatha . יי ! And the tree with all its branches Rustled in the 73.
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Abbot ALFRED TENNYSON Allen-a-Dale Bishop Hatto blow blue bold Bonnie Dundee bonny boat breeze bright Canute chime cried dead dear door eyes fair galloped Gilpin gold gray green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Highlands horse How's my boy Inchcape Rock James Russell Lowell John jolly old pedagogue King kissed ladies gay Lady Clare land light lived Lochinvar Lord Lovel loud Margaret merry moon morning mother Nancybell ne'er never night Noroway o'er OLD BALLAD old Kentucky home oysterman peddler pipe Piper pleasant Sabbath bells quoth Ralph Waldo Emerson rats ride rime ring roar ROBERT SOUTHEY rode round sails ship shore sing Sir Patrick Spens SIR WALTER SCOTT smile Song steed STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER sweet tell thee thou town tree Twas Waiting the judgment waves weary wee penknife wild wind young Lochinvar Young Waters
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Página 204 - And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Página 113 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Página 214 - The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Página 54 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; 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...
Página 210 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Página 116 - And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see?
Página 203 - The sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — " The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Página 217 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Página 78 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 209 - The western wave was all a-flame. The day was well nigh done! Almost upon the western wave Rested the broad bright Sun; When that strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the Sun. And straight the Sun was flecked with bars, (Heaven's Mother send us grace!) As if through a dungeon-grate he peered With broad and burning face.