Poems for MemorizingWhitaker & Ray, 1901 - 204 páginas |
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... voice , He gives us our food and bids us rejoice , Good morning , my beautiful boy . -Author not known . RAIN - DROPS . Some little drops of water , Whose home was in the sea , To go upon a journey Once happened to agree . A cloud they ...
... voice , He gives us our food and bids us rejoice , Good morning , my beautiful boy . -Author not known . RAIN - DROPS . Some little drops of water , Whose home was in the sea , To go upon a journey Once happened to agree . A cloud they ...
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... When I awaken your babe again ? " Silent the mother sat and dwelt Long in the sweet delay of choice And then by her baby's side she knelt , And sang with a pleasant voice : For Memorizing " Not on the limb , O angel 36 Poems J G Holland.
... When I awaken your babe again ? " Silent the mother sat and dwelt Long in the sweet delay of choice And then by her baby's side she knelt , And sang with a pleasant voice : For Memorizing " Not on the limb , O angel 36 Poems J G Holland.
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... voice The chorister bee . Green fingers playing Unseen on wind - lyres , Low singing bird voices , - These are his choirs . The violets are deacons I know by the sign That the cups which they carry Are purple with wine . For Memorizing ...
... voice The chorister bee . Green fingers playing Unseen on wind - lyres , Low singing bird voices , - These are his choirs . The violets are deacons I know by the sign That the cups which they carry Are purple with wine . For Memorizing ...
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... 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 before him , And his face lit up with a smile of joy As an ...
... 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 before him , And his face lit up with a smile of joy As an ...
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... voice Singing in the village choir , And it makes his heart rejoice . It sounds to him like her mother's voice , Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more , How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard , rough hand he ...
... voice Singing in the village choir , And it makes his heart rejoice . It sounds to him like her mother's voice , Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more , How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard , rough hand he ...
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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
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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.