Poems Arranged by Grades & Recommended for Reading & Memorizing1915 - 69 strani |
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Stran 15
... Pipe a song about a lamb . " So I piped with merry cheer . " Piper , pipe that song again . " So I piped ; he wept to hear . " Drop thy pipe , thy happy pipe , Sing the songs of happy cheer . " So I sang the same again , While he wept ...
... Pipe a song about a lamb . " So I piped with merry cheer . " Piper , pipe that song again . " So I piped ; he wept to hear . " Drop thy pipe , thy happy pipe , Sing the songs of happy cheer . " So I sang the same again , While he wept ...
Stran 31
... pipe to skies so dull and gray ; Yet , ere we part , one lesson I can leave you For every day . Be good , sweet maid , and let who will be clever ; Do noble things , not dream them , all day long : And so make life , death , and that ...
... pipe to skies so dull and gray ; Yet , ere we part , one lesson I can leave you For every day . Be good , sweet maid , and let who will be clever ; Do noble things , not dream them , all day long : And so make life , death , and that ...
Stran 34
... pipe that merry old strain , Robert of Lincoln , come back again , Chee , chee , chee . William Cullen Byrant Sixth Grade COLUMBIA , THE GEM OF THE OCEAN O Columbia ! the gem of the ocean , The home of the brave and the free ; The ...
... pipe that merry old strain , Robert of Lincoln , come back again , Chee , chee , chee . William Cullen Byrant Sixth Grade COLUMBIA , THE GEM OF THE OCEAN O Columbia ! the gem of the ocean , The home of the brave and the free ; The ...
Stran 59
... look rough with hoary dew , All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups , the little children's dower , Far brighter than this gaudy melon - flower ! Robert Browning THE PIPES AT LUCKNOW Pipes of the misty moorlands , 59.
... look rough with hoary dew , All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups , the little children's dower , Far brighter than this gaudy melon - flower ! Robert Browning THE PIPES AT LUCKNOW Pipes of the misty moorlands , 59.
Stran 60
Michigan. State Board of Library Commissioners. THE PIPES AT LUCKNOW Pipes of the misty moorlands , Voice of the glens and hills ; The droning of the torrents , The treble of the rills ! Not the braes of bloom and heather , Nor the ...
Michigan. State Board of Library Commissioners. THE PIPES AT LUCKNOW Pipes of the misty moorlands , Voice of the glens and hills ; The droning of the torrents , The treble of the rills ! Not the braes of bloom and heather , Nor the ...
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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
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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.