Poems Arranged by Grades & Recommended for Reading & Memorizing1915 - 69 strani |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 8
Stran 7
... blow the birds about the sky ; And all around I heard you pass , Like ladies ' skirts across the grass- O wind , a - blowing all day long , O wind , that sings so loud a song ! I saw the different things you did , But always you ...
... blow the birds about the sky ; And all around I heard you pass , Like ladies ' skirts across the grass- O wind , a - blowing all day long , O wind , that sings so loud a song ! I saw the different things you did , But always you ...
Stran 25
... blow you out You stare In the air Like a ghost in a chair , Always looking what I am about ; I hate to be watched ; I will blow you out . " The Wind blew hard , and out went the Moon . So , deep On a heap Of clouds , to sleep , Down lay ...
... blow you out You stare In the air Like a ghost in a chair , Always looking what I am about ; I hate to be watched ; I will blow you out . " The Wind blew hard , and out went the Moon . So , deep On a heap Of clouds , to sleep , Down lay ...
Stran 26
... blow you out again . " The wind blew hard , and the Moon grew dim . " With my sledge And my wedge I have knocked off her edge ! If only I blow right fierce and grim , The creature will soon be dimmer than dim . " He blew and he blew ...
... blow you out again . " The wind blew hard , and the Moon grew dim . " With my sledge And my wedge I have knocked off her edge ! If only I blow right fierce and grim , The creature will soon be dimmer than dim . " He blew and he blew ...
Stran 28
... blow , Where the freshest berries grow , Where the ground - nut trails its vine , Where the wood - grape's clusters shine ; Of the black wasp's cunning way , Mason of his walls of clay , And the architectural plans Of gray hornet ...
... blow , Where the freshest berries grow , Where the ground - nut trails its vine , Where the wood - grape's clusters shine ; Of the black wasp's cunning way , Mason of his walls of clay , And the architectural plans Of gray hornet ...
Stran 41
... Blowing over the meadows brown . And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall , Who that day would be lying dead , Pierced by a British musket - ball . You know the rest . In the books you have read ...
... Blowing over the meadows brown . And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall , Who that day would be lying dead , Pierced by a British musket - ball . You know the rest . In the books you have read ...
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baby barefoot boy beautiful bells Bethlehem birds blew blow Blynken Bob-o'-link Brave Adm'r'l breath bright brown thrush bugle buttercup Camel's hump Captain chee child Christmas day churchyard Coo-coo daffodils daisies dark dears doll dream dying earth eyes flag flocks by night flowers Hark hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hill John Greenleaf Whittier light little birdie say Lord Tennyson Love Lucy Gray Lullaby song merry Michigan moon morning mother mountain name of Old never O'er ocean Old Glory Paul Revere's ride Pipes at Lucknow Pussy ride Ring Robert Louis Stevenson Robert of Lincoln Rock-a-By Lady sailed saw three ships seven Sheridan shore sleep song spank Spink star-spangled banner stars steed stole four eggs sweet swinging Tennyson thee There's thou to-whee To-whit tree watched their flocks waves white and blue William Wordsworth wind Wordsworth Wynken
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 59 - But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark ; For tho...
Stran 27 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you, then," said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Stran 25 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! T remember.
Stran 56 - How silently, how silently, The wondrous gift is given ; So GOD imparts to human hearts The blessings of His heaven. No ear may hear His coming, But in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive Him still, The dear Christ enters in.
Stran 61 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Stran 46 - This mad sea shows his teeth to-night. He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave Admiral, say but one good word: What shall we do when hope is gone? " The words leapt like a leaping sword: "Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on! " Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck, And peered through darkness. Ah, that night Of all dark nights! And then a speck — A light! A light! A light! A light! It grew, a starlit flag unfurled! It grew to be Time's burst of dawn. He gained a...
Stran 53 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Stran 58 - His steps are not upon thy paths — thy fields Are not a spoil for him — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray, And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Stran 29 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet home ! There's no place like home.
Stran 37 - 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.