Poems for MemorizingWhitaker & Ray, 1901 - 204 páginas |
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... cold . He that was left in the basket , Without a crumb to chew , Or a shred to wrap himself withal , When the wind across him blew , Pulled one of the rugs from one of the bugs , And so the quarrel grew . For Memorizing So there was ...
... cold . He that was left in the basket , Without a crumb to chew , Or a shred to wrap himself withal , When the wind across him blew , Pulled one of the rugs from one of the bugs , And so the quarrel grew . For Memorizing So there was ...
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... they had better agree- The black , the white , and the gold- And share what comes of beds and crumbs , And leave no bug in the cold . -Alice Cary SECOND GRADE . BAREFOOT BOY . ( First ten lines 28 28 Poems Alice Cary.
... they had better agree- The black , the white , and the gold- And share what comes of beds and crumbs , And leave no bug in the cold . -Alice Cary SECOND GRADE . BAREFOOT BOY . ( First ten lines 28 28 Poems Alice Cary.
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... cold , Brave little dandelion With a heart of gold . Meek little dandelion Changing into curls At the magic touch of these Merry boys and girls . When they pinch thy dainty throat , Strip thy dress of green , On thy soft and gentle face ...
... cold , Brave little dandelion With a heart of gold . Meek little dandelion Changing into curls At the magic touch of these Merry boys and girls . When they pinch thy dainty throat , Strip thy dress of green , On thy soft and gentle face ...
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... cold ; 66 And the mother at home says , Hark ! For his voice I listen and yearn ; It is growing late and dark , And my boy does not return ! " -Longfellow . THE SCULPTOR . Chisel in hand stood a sculptor - boy With his marble block ...
... cold ; 66 And the mother at home says , Hark ! For his voice I listen and yearn ; It is growing late and dark , And my boy does not return ! " -Longfellow . THE SCULPTOR . Chisel in hand stood a sculptor - boy With his marble block ...
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... cold gray stones , O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me . O well for the fisherman's boy , That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad , That he sings in his boat on the bay ...
... cold gray stones , O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me . O well for the fisherman's boy , That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad , That he sings in his boat on the bay ...
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ABOU BEN ADHEM Alice Cary angel Author not known battle beautiful bird blow bob-o'-link Brave Adm'rl bright brown thrush bugle Captain CHAMBERED NAUTILUS chee child cloud cold coming dead dear death dream dying earth eyes face fear feet flag flowers forever glory golden grave gray hand hath hear heart heaven hills hold in fee hope J. G. Holland James Whitcomb Riley Joaquin Miller Joseph Rodman Drake land liberty light live Longfellow look Lord Lucy Larcom man's Memorizing 66 66 moon morning nest never night o'er Oliver Wendell Holmes Phoebe Cary poems rain rest Ring roar rock round sail shining ship shore sings skies sleep smile song somewhere soul sound Spink stars take my turn thee There's thine things thou thought toil tree truth voice wait wave wild wind wings woods
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Página 127 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Página 176 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe — Such boasting as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law — Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Lest wo forget — lest we forget!
Página 47 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
Página 128 - 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 99 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Página 148 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Página 101 - The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Página 125 - We look before and after And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Página 151 - WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Página 146 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.