Stories from the Poets: A Reader for the First GradeMorse Company, 1898 - 110 páginas |
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Página 77 - With the deluge of Summer it receives ; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings ; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,—
Página 49 - THE MOON. Said the Wind to the Moon, " I will blow you out! " You stare in the air Like a ghost in a chair. Always looking what I am about, I hate to be watched ; I will blow you out. The Wind blew hard, and out went the Moon, So deep on a heap Of
Página 30 - roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew ; Sometimes it was simply smooth and clear For the gladness of heaven to shine through, And here he had caught the nodding bulrush-tops And hung them thickly with diamond drops.
Página 77 - of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the Sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the Sun, A tilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being
Página 70 - You slay them all! and wherefore ? for the gain Of a scant handful, more or less, of wheat, Or rye, or barley, or some other grain, Scratched up at random by industrious feet, Searching for worm or weevil after rain. Do you ne'er think
Página 12 - The year's at the spring, The day's at the morn, Morning's at seven, The hillside's dew-pearled. The lark's on the wing, The snail's
Página 70 - THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH. The robin and the bluebird, piping loud, Filled all the blossoming orchards with their glee ; The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned be.
Página 91 - Adding then, by way of jest, " Golondrina is my guest, 'Tis the wife of some deserter ! " So unharmed and unafraid Sat the swallow still and brooded, Till the constant cannonade Through the walls a breach had made, And the siege was
Página 91 - concluded. Then the army, elsewhere bent, Struck its tents as if disbanding, Only not the Emperor's tent, For he ordered, ere he went, Very curtly, " Leave it standing ! " So it stood there all alone, Till the brood was fledged and flown,
Página 39 - We saw the sombre crow flap by, The hawk's gray fleck along the sky, The crested blue-jay, flitting swift, The squirrel poising on the drift, Erect, alert, his broad gray tail Set to the north wind like a sail. It came to pass, our little lass, With flattened face against the glass,