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Abraham Lincoln ALFRED TENNYSON beautiful birds blue bright brook brother buds called clouds cold colt cried crocus daisy Dame Nature dear earth fairy Father felt flag flowers George Washington glad good-by grew happy head Helios HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Iris jacket JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER king land laughed leaves lily little brown little seed little Strawberry Blossom lived looked LUCY LARCOM Maisie MARGARET DELAND meadows brown Moon morning Mother Nature Mother Nature called nest never night North Wind o'er once pansies petals president queer rain rainbow bridge RAINDROPS AND SUNBEAMS rest river SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH shining silver sing sister slaves sleep smiled snow snowdrop soldiers song sorry South Wind sighed spring stamens stars stories stripes sweet tell thing thought tiny tree wake warm waving grasses Whew whispered winter wonder woods
Página 50 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Página 93 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun 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,— In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
Página 10 - My native country, thee — Land of the noble free — Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Página 9 - tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died. Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring. My native country! thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, .Like that above.
Página 52 - Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind ? Neither you nor I : But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by.
Página 81 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens.
Página 92 - 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; The flush 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...
Página 92 - Tis only God may be had for the asking; No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer. 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...
Página 65 - And the good Nokomis answered : " 'Tis the heaven of flowers you see there ; All the wild-flowers of the forest, All the lilies of the prairie, When on earth they fade and perish, Blossom in that heaven above us.