The Children's First [-third] Book of Poetry, Livro 2Emilie Kip Baker American Book Company, 1915 |
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Página 46
... laughed she : " The locks of six princesses , Must be my marriage fee , So , hey , bonny boat , and ho , bonny boat ! Who comes a - wooing me ? " It was Earl Haldan's daughter , She walked along the sand ; When she was aware of a knight ...
... laughed she : " The locks of six princesses , Must be my marriage fee , So , hey , bonny boat , and ho , bonny boat ! Who comes a - wooing me ? " It was Earl Haldan's daughter , She walked along the sand ; When she was aware of a knight ...
Página 71
... laughed on the lass with his bonny black eye , And she fled to the forest to hear a love tale , And the youth it was told by was Allen - a - Dale ! SIR WALTER SCOTT . OLD FOLKS AT HOME WAY down upon de Swanee Ribber , Far , far away ...
... laughed on the lass with his bonny black eye , And she fled to the forest to hear a love tale , And the youth it was told by was Allen - a - Dale ! SIR WALTER SCOTT . OLD FOLKS AT HOME WAY down upon de Swanee Ribber , Far , far away ...
Página 91
... laughed a pitiless laugh , ' Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff ; Till over by Dalhem a dome spire sprang white , And " Gallop , " gasped Joris , " for Aix is in sight ! " " How they'll greet us ! " - and all 91.
... laughed a pitiless laugh , ' Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff ; Till over by Dalhem a dome spire sprang white , And " Gallop , " gasped Joris , " for Aix is in sight ! " " How they'll greet us ! " - and all 91.
Página 92
... laughed and sang , any noise , bad or good . Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood . And all I remember is friends flocking round As I sat with his head ' twixt my knees on the ground ; And no voice but was praising this ...
... laughed and sang , any noise , bad or good . Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood . And all I remember is friends flocking round As I sat with his head ' twixt my knees on the ground ; And no voice but was praising this ...
Página 96
... laughed and called him good - for - naught . Yet after he was dead and gone , And e'en his memory dim , Earth seemed more sweet to live upon , More full of love , because of him . And day by day more holy grew Each spot where 96.
... laughed and called him good - for - naught . Yet after he was dead and gone , And e'en his memory dim , Earth seemed more sweet to live upon , More full of love , because of him . And day by day more holy grew Each spot where 96.
Termos e frases comuns
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.