Days and Deeds: A Book of Verse for Children's Reading and SpeakingBaker & Taylor Company, 1906 - 399 páginas |
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... an honest face , You shall not deceive me : Be it good or ill , be it what you will , It needs shall help me on my road , My rugged way to heaven , please God . CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI . A NEW YEAR Why do we greet thee , O [ 7 ]
... an honest face , You shall not deceive me : Be it good or ill , be it what you will , It needs shall help me on my road , My rugged way to heaven , please God . CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI . A NEW YEAR Why do we greet thee , O [ 7 ]
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... heaven - born guest ; Space to work in , and work to do , And faith in that which is pure and true . Hold me in honor and greet me dear , And sooth you'll find me a Happy Year . " MARGARET Sangster . A NEW YEAR Over the threshold a ...
... heaven - born guest ; Space to work in , and work to do , And faith in that which is pure and true . Hold me in honor and greet me dear , And sooth you'll find me a Happy Year . " MARGARET Sangster . A NEW YEAR Over the threshold a ...
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... heavens for power ; To feel the passion of Eternity ? Is this the Dream He dreamed who shaped the suns And pillared the blue firmament with light ? Down all the stretch of Hell to its last gulf There is no shape more terrible than this ...
... heavens for power ; To feel the passion of Eternity ? Is this the Dream He dreamed who shaped the suns And pillared the blue firmament with light ? Down all the stretch of Hell to its last gulf There is no shape more terrible than this ...
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... heavens frowned ; The winter closed with cruel dearth And gripped the fruitless ground . Behind us rose the sombre wood , Before us stretched the foam- A thousand leagues of briny flood That sundered us from home . The meagre mussel was ...
... heavens frowned ; The winter closed with cruel dearth And gripped the fruitless ground . Behind us rose the sombre wood , Before us stretched the foam- A thousand leagues of briny flood That sundered us from home . The meagre mussel was ...
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... and thus Address'd their joyful song : " All glory be to God on high , And to the earth be peace ; Good - will henceforth from heaven to men Begin , and never cease ! " NAHUM TATE . THE QUEEN OF THE YEAR When suns are low and [ 73 ]
... and thus Address'd their joyful song : " All glory be to God on high , And to the earth be peace ; Good - will henceforth from heaven to men Begin , and never cease ! " NAHUM TATE . THE QUEEN OF THE YEAR When suns are low and [ 73 ]
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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?