The Home Book of Verse for Young FolksH. Holt, 1915 - 538 Seiten |
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... keep her ; He put her in a pumpkin shell And there he kept her very well . Rub - a - dub - dub , Three men in a tub , And who do you think they be ? The butcher , the baker , The candlestick - maker ; Turn ' em out , knaves all three ...
... keep her ; He put her in a pumpkin shell And there he kept her very well . Rub - a - dub - dub , Three men in a tub , And who do you think they be ? The butcher , the baker , The candlestick - maker ; Turn ' em out , knaves all three ...
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... keep ) Not once to tease the little lambs , or run among the sheep ; And then the little yellow chicks that play upon the grass , You must not even wag your tail to scare them as you pass . THE TURTLE - DOVES ' NEST High in the pine ...
... keep ) Not once to tease the little lambs , or run among the sheep ; And then the little yellow chicks that play upon the grass , You must not even wag your tail to scare them as you pass . THE TURTLE - DOVES ' NEST High in the pine ...
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... keep me from all harm . " " What makes the lamb love Mary so ? " The eager children cried . " Oh , Mary loves the lamb , you know , " The teacher quick replied . And you each gentle animal In confidence may bind , And make them follow ...
... keep me from all harm . " " What makes the lamb love Mary so ? " The eager children cried . " Oh , Mary loves the lamb , you know , " The teacher quick replied . And you each gentle animal In confidence may bind , And make them follow ...
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... keep . ( A bed . ) Elizabeth , Lizzy , Betsy and Bess , All went together to seek a bird's nest ; They found a nest with five eggs in it ; They each took one and left four in it . Thomas a Tattamus took two T's , To tie two tups to two ...
... keep . ( A bed . ) Elizabeth , Lizzy , Betsy and Bess , All went together to seek a bird's nest ; They found a nest with five eggs in it ; They each took one and left four in it . Thomas a Tattamus took two T's , To tie two tups to two ...
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... keep ; Baby now must go to sleep . Emilie Poulsson GOOD - NIGHT Little baby , lay your head On your pretty cradle - bed ; Shut your eye - peeps , now the day And the light are gone away ; All the clothes are tucked in tight ; Little ...
... keep ; Baby now must go to sleep . Emilie Poulsson GOOD - NIGHT Little baby , lay your head On your pretty cradle - bed ; Shut your eye - peeps , now the day And the light are gone away ; All the clothes are tucked in tight ; Little ...
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Alfred Tennyson Annabel Lee Baby beneath birds blow blue Blynken Bob-o'-link brave breast breath bright brown chee child clouds creeping cried dance dark dear door doth dream earth England eyes fairy fear Felicia Dorothea Hemans flowers gold gray green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hill Inchcape Rock James Whitcomb Riley Jane Taylor King land laughed leaves light live looked Lord loud merry moon morning mother nest never night o'er pipe plant play quoth Raggedy rain ride Robert Louis Stevenson Robin Robin Hood round sail shining ship shore silent sing sleep smile snow song soul sound stars storm sweet tell thee There's thine things tree Twas warm waves weary wild William William Blake William Cullen Bryant William Wordsworth wind wings wonderful
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Seite 476 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Seite 404 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Seite 489 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair...
Seite 388 - 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 to-day 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,...
Seite 485 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Seite 477 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Seite 495 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Seite 489 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness!* Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
Seite 226 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Seite 442 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.