The Treasure Book of Verse: Being a Reissue of Poetry for Home and SchoolG.P. Putnams's Sons, 1909 - 320 oldal |
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... hand , And went to follow the plow ; The old man put the pail on his head , And went to milk the cow . But Tiny she winced , and Tiny she flinched , And Tiny she tossed her nose ; And Tiny gave him a kick on the shin , Till the blood ...
... hand , And went to follow the plow ; The old man put the pail on his head , And went to milk the cow . But Tiny she winced , and Tiny she flinched , And Tiny she tossed her nose ; And Tiny gave him a kick on the shin , Till the blood ...
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... Hand all dimpled , and teeth like pearls , — Fairest and sweetest of little girls . " Oh ! who is it ? " cried winsome May , " How I wish she were here to - day ! Wouldn't I love her like everything ; Wouldn't I with her frolic and sing ...
... Hand all dimpled , and teeth like pearls , — Fairest and sweetest of little girls . " Oh ! who is it ? " cried winsome May , " How I wish she were here to - day ! Wouldn't I love her like everything ; Wouldn't I with her frolic and sing ...
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... ; The frogs begin to ripple A music clear and sweet . And buttercups are coming , And scarlet columbine , And in the sunny meadows The dandelions shine . 24 And just as many daisies As their soft hands For Home and School . 23 133.
... ; The frogs begin to ripple A music clear and sweet . And buttercups are coming , And scarlet columbine , And in the sunny meadows The dandelions shine . 24 And just as many daisies As their soft hands For Home and School . 23 133.
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... hands can hold , The little ones may gather , All fair in white and gold . Here blows the warm , red clover , There peeps the violet blue ; O , happy little children , God made them all for you . Celia Thaxter . 21 * FLOWER - GIRLS . O ...
... hands can hold , The little ones may gather , All fair in white and gold . Here blows the warm , red clover , There peeps the violet blue ; O , happy little children , God made them all for you . Celia Thaxter . 21 * FLOWER - GIRLS . O ...
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Being a Reissue of Poetry for Home and School Anna Callender Brackett. " And just as many daisies As their soft hands can hold , ' Spring . " O , my little maidens three , I will.
Being a Reissue of Poetry for Home and School Anna Callender Brackett. " And just as many daisies As their soft hands can hold , ' Spring . " O , my little maidens three , I will.
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286. oldal - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
160. oldal - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
101. oldal - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
89. oldal - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
120. oldal - FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon : As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the Summer's rain, Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
272. oldal - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
271. oldal - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
300. oldal - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
154. oldal - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
146. oldal - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold. And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And. with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,