Days and Deeds: A Book of Verse for Children's Reading and SpeakingBaker & Taylor Company, 1906 - 399 páginas |
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... Banner , Francis Scott Key The Name of Old Glory , James Whitcomb Riley The Flag , Lucy Larcom Betsy's Battle Flag , Minna Irving . The Old Flag Forever , Frank L. Stanton Old Flag , Hubbard Parker . The Flag Goes By , Henry Holcomb ...
... Banner , Francis Scott Key The Name of Old Glory , James Whitcomb Riley The Flag , Lucy Larcom Betsy's Battle Flag , Minna Irving . The Old Flag Forever , Frank L. Stanton Old Flag , Hubbard Parker . The Flag Goes By , Henry Holcomb ...
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... banners of stars that the continent span , Crown , crown we the chief of the heroes eternal , Who lifted his sword for the birthright of man ! He gave us a nation : to make it immortal He laid down for freedom the sword that he drew ...
... banners of stars that the continent span , Crown , crown we the chief of the heroes eternal , Who lifted his sword for the birthright of man ! He gave us a nation : to make it immortal He laid down for freedom the sword that he drew ...
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... banner , trailed in dust , Is now their martial shroud . And plenteous funeral tears have washed The red stains from each brow , And the proud forms , by battle gashed , Are free from anguish now . The neighing troop , the flashing ...
... banner , trailed in dust , Is now their martial shroud . And plenteous funeral tears have washed The red stains from each brow , And the proud forms , by battle gashed , Are free from anguish now . The neighing troop , the flashing ...
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... banner for me - one people in name and in deed ! II . Clasp hands o'er the graves where our laurelled ones lie- clasp hands o'er the Gray and the Blue ; To - day we are brothers and bound by a tie that the years shall but serve to renew ...
... banner for me - one people in name and in deed ! II . Clasp hands o'er the graves where our laurelled ones lie- clasp hands o'er the Gray and the Blue ; To - day we are brothers and bound by a tie that the years shall but serve to renew ...
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... banner for me and its folds our dead brothers entwine . SAMUEL ELLSWORTH KISER . MEMORIAL DAY Gather the garlands rare to - day , Snow - white roses and roses red ; Gather the fairest flowers of May , Heap them up on the graves of clay ...
... banner for me and its folds our dead brothers entwine . SAMUEL ELLSWORTH KISER . MEMORIAL DAY Gather the garlands rare to - day , Snow - white roses and roses red ; Gather the fairest flowers of May , Heap them up on the graves of clay ...
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Abraham Lincoln ALFRED TENNYSON Amos Bronson Alcott April banner battle birds Birthday bloom blue Bob-o'-link Born brave breast breath bright brow brown Bunker Hill Burns Carol chee cheer Christmas dark dead dear death died doth dream earth Easter eyes fame fathers Five Kernels flowers Freedom's glory grass graves gray green hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow heroes holiday James Russell Lowell John Greenleaf Whittier Kernels of Corn land light Lincoln Lord MEMORIAL DAY merry morning never night NOTE.-Selections suitable o'er Old Flag Oliver Wendell Holmes peace Pilgrim plants a tree Richard Henry Stoddard Richard Watson Gilder Ring Robert Robin rose round sail shining sing sleep snow soldier song soul Spring stars Stonewall summer sweet tears Thanksgiving thee There's thine thou to-day voice wave wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
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Página 194 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Página 342 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Página 107 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 373 - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea...
Página 353 - Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen. And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them...
Página 373 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Página 90 - As I drew in my head and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot...
Página 108 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Página 89 - ... reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick ! More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by name. "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! — To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all!
Página 50 - A thing that grieves not and that never hopes, Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw? Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow? Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?