Poems for MemorizingWhitaker & Ray, 1901 - 204 páginas |
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... flowers , dying down there . When will you scatter some of the showers , You have been saving , down to the flowers ? Where the Lord sends me , always I roam , When the Lord bids me , baby , I'll come . -Author not known . For ...
... flowers , dying down there . When will you scatter some of the showers , You have been saving , down to the flowers ? Where the Lord sends me , always I roam , When the Lord bids me , baby , I'll come . -Author not known . For ...
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... flowers You will carry away . ' But I will run after : Mother says that I may ; For I would know where You are running away . " So Mary ran on ; But I have heard say , That she never could find Where the brook ran away . -Eliza Follen ...
... flowers You will carry away . ' But I will run after : Mother says that I may ; For I would know where You are running away . " So Mary ran on ; But I have heard say , That she never could find Where the brook ran away . -Eliza Follen ...
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... flower that opens , Each little bird that sings , He made their glowing colors , He made their tiny wings . The purple - headed mountain , The river running by , The morning , and the sunset That lighteth up the sky . The tall trees in ...
... flower that opens , Each little bird that sings , He made their glowing colors , He made their tiny wings . The purple - headed mountain , The river running by , The morning , and the sunset That lighteth up the sky . The tall trees in ...
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... flower , I'd better not grow up " ; How many a weary traveler Would miss its fragrant smell , And many a little child would grieve To lose it from the dell . Suppose the little breezes , Upon a summer's day , Should think themselves too ...
... flower , I'd better not grow up " ; How many a weary traveler Would miss its fragrant smell , And many a little child would grieve To lose it from the dell . Suppose the little breezes , Upon a summer's day , Should think themselves too ...
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... flower's time and place , How the tortoise bears his shell , How the woodchuck digs his cell , How the robin feeds her young , How the oriole's nest is hung , Where the whitest lilies blow , Where the freshest berries grow , Where the ...
... flower's time and place , How the tortoise bears his shell , How the woodchuck digs his cell , How the robin feeds her young , How the oriole's nest is hung , Where the whitest lilies blow , Where the freshest berries grow , Where the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Abraham Lincoln Alice Cary angel Author not known baby battle beautiful beneath bird blow bob-o'-link Brave Adm'rl breath bright brown thrush bugle chee clouds cold dead dear death dream dust dying earth eyes fear feet flag flowers forever glory golden grave gray hand hear heart heaven 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 son inherit Memorizing 66 morning nest never night o'er Oliver Wendell Holmes Phoebe Cary rain rest Ring roar Robert of Lincoln sail Shakespeare shining ship sings skies sleep smile song somewhere soul sound spank Spink stars strife sweet take my turn thee There's thine things thou thought toil tree truth union unseen voice wave weary Wendell Phillips wild wind woods
Pasajes populares
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.