Days and Deeds: A Book of Verse for Children's Reading and SpeakingBaker & Taylor Company, 1906 - 399 páginas |
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... Grass , Sarah Roberts Boyle Talking in Their Sleep , Edith M. Thomas Wishing , William Allingham PAGE 144 • 144 • 145 146 147 • 148 • 149 • 150 151 151 152 154 155 156 • 158 159 . 160 161 163 163 . 164 165 166 167 167 169 • 169 • 170 ...
... Grass , Sarah Roberts Boyle Talking in Their Sleep , Edith M. Thomas Wishing , William Allingham PAGE 144 • 144 • 145 146 147 • 148 • 149 • 150 151 151 152 154 155 156 • 158 159 . 160 161 163 163 . 164 165 166 167 167 169 • 169 • 170 ...
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... grass he lies , His brave heart following , still , the fray . The smoke wraiths drift among the trees , The battle storms along the hill ; The glint of distant arms he sees , He hears his comrades shouting still . A glimpse of far ...
... grass he lies , His brave heart following , still , the fray . The smoke wraiths drift among the trees , The battle storms along the hill ; The glint of distant arms he sees , He hears his comrades shouting still . A glimpse of far ...
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... grass quiver , Asleep are the ranks of the dead : Under the sod and the dew , Waiting the judgment - day ; Under the one , the Blue , Under the other , the Gray . These in the robings of glory , Those in the [ 23 ] The Blue and the Gray ...
... grass quiver , Asleep are the ranks of the dead : Under the sod and the dew , Waiting the judgment - day ; Under the one , the Blue , Under the other , the Gray . These in the robings of glory , Those in the [ 23 ] The Blue and the Gray ...
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... grasses sway ; Though there no sweeter is the lay Of careless birds , -though you remain Without distinction of decay , — The deeds you wrought are not in vain ! No. For while yet in tower or cot Your story stirs the pulses ' play ; And ...
... grasses sway ; Though there no sweeter is the lay Of careless birds , -though you remain Without distinction of decay , — The deeds you wrought are not in vain ! No. For while yet in tower or cot Your story stirs the pulses ' play ; And ...
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... grass below ? Scythes that swing in the grass and clover , Something , still , they say as they pass ; What is the word that , over and over , Sings the Scythe to the flowers and grass ? Hush , ab bush , the Scythes are saying , Hush ...
... grass below ? Scythes that swing in the grass and clover , Something , still , they say as they pass ; What is the word that , over and over , Sings the Scythe to the flowers and grass ? Hush , ab bush , the Scythes are saying , Hush ...
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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?