Selections for Memorizing: For Primary, Intermediate, and High School GradesGinn, 1892 - 195 oldal |
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viii. oldal
... FEEL WHAT I HAVE XXI . THE LOSS OF THE ARCTIC..Henry Ward Beecher . XXII . WARREN'S ADDRESS . XXIII . THE BUGLE SONG XXIV . LITTLE AND GREAT 138 140 143 146 John Pierpont . 149 Alfred Tennyson . 150 Charles Mackay . 151 XXV . THE DEATH ...
... FEEL WHAT I HAVE XXI . THE LOSS OF THE ARCTIC..Henry Ward Beecher . XXII . WARREN'S ADDRESS . XXIII . THE BUGLE SONG XXIV . LITTLE AND GREAT 138 140 143 146 John Pierpont . 149 Alfred Tennyson . 150 Charles Mackay . 151 XXV . THE DEATH ...
33. oldal
... feel right , Nor can we give pain and feel pleasure , For justice avenges each slight . The air for the wing of the sparrow , The bush for the robin and wren , But always the path that is narrow And straight for the children of men . We ...
... feel right , Nor can we give pain and feel pleasure , For justice avenges each slight . The air for the wing of the sparrow , The bush for the robin and wren , But always the path that is narrow And straight for the children of men . We ...
44. oldal
... feel the load ; Would we waste the day in wishing For a time that ne'er can be ? Would we wait with such impatience For our ships to come from sea ? IF WE KNEW . If we knew the baby fingers 44 SELECTIONS FOR INTERMEDIATE GRADES .
... feel the load ; Would we waste the day in wishing For a time that ne'er can be ? Would we wait with such impatience For our ships to come from sea ? IF WE KNEW . If we knew the baby fingers 44 SELECTIONS FOR INTERMEDIATE GRADES .
60. oldal
... below - No more shall feel the victor's tread , Or know the conquered knee ; The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea . THE BROOK . Oh ! better that her shattered hulk 60 SELECTIONS FOR INTERMEDIATE GRADES .
... below - No more shall feel the victor's tread , Or know the conquered knee ; The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea . THE BROOK . Oh ! better that her shattered hulk 60 SELECTIONS FOR INTERMEDIATE GRADES .
87. oldal
... feeling will flow , When I think of the paths steep and stony , Where the feet of my dear ones must go ; Of the mountains of sin hanging o'er them , Of the tempest of Fate blowing wild ; Oh ! there's nothing on earth half so holy As the ...
... feeling will flow , When I think of the paths steep and stony , Where the feet of my dear ones must go ; Of the mountains of sin hanging o'er them , Of the tempest of Fate blowing wild ; Oh ! there's nothing on earth half so holy As the ...
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Selections for Memorizing: For Primary, Intermediate, and High School Grades ... Luther Clark Foster Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2017 |
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ALFRED TENNYSON ALICE CARY AUTHOR NOT KNOWN beauty birds blow blue Bozzaris brave bright brown thrush bucket Carcassonne cents CHARLES MACKAY child cloud cold coming CONCORD HYMN dark dead dear death deeds dreams dying earth fall fear feet flowers forever gloom glory golden grave gray hand hath heart heaven honor hope hour JOAQUIN MILler Labor land leaves light Little by little LITTLE FOXES live look Marmion mind morning never night o'er old oaken bucket peace PHOEBE CARY Rhine Ring river round sail shore SHORT SELECTIONS sing smile song sorrow soul sowing star-spangled banner stars storm sweet tears thee There's thine things thou thought toil tree true truth twinkle VISIT FROM ST Waiting the judgment wave weary wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind word
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6. oldal - Star. TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are ! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
128. oldal - Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, — All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
153. oldal - They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours.
155. oldal - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
63. oldal - I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come; and men may go, But I go on forever.
71. oldal - As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
106. oldal - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
82. oldal - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew! The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell, The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.
129. oldal - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set today a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die,...
83. oldal - How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.