Poems Arranged by Grades & Recommended for Reading & Memorizing1915 - 69 strani |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 14
Stran 4
... morn , The morn's at seven , The hill - side's dew - pearled , The lark's on the wing , The snail's on the thorn , God's in His heaven , All's right with the world . Robert Browning 2 SUPPOSE Suppose , my little lady , Your doll 4.
... morn , The morn's at seven , The hill - side's dew - pearled , The lark's on the wing , The snail's on the thorn , God's in His heaven , All's right with the world . Robert Browning 2 SUPPOSE Suppose , my little lady , Your doll 4.
Stran 7
... side Let freedom ring . My native country , thee- Land of the noble free- Thy name I love ; I love thy rocks and rills , Thy woods and templed hills ; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above . Let music swell the breeze , And ring ...
... side Let freedom ring . My native country , thee- Land of the noble free- Thy name I love ; I love thy rocks and rills , Thy woods and templed hills ; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above . Let music swell the breeze , And ring ...
Stran 18
... side Romping with the tongs ; Chestnuts in the ashes Bursting through the rind ; Red leaf and gold leaf Rusting down the wind ; Mother " doin ' peaches " All the afternoon , - Don't you think that autumn's Pleasanter than June ? Little ...
... side Romping with the tongs ; Chestnuts in the ashes Bursting through the rind ; Red leaf and gold leaf Rusting down the wind ; Mother " doin ' peaches " All the afternoon , - Don't you think that autumn's Pleasanter than June ? Little ...
Stran 21
... They thought that she was fast asleep , But she was dead with sorrow . They have kept her ever since Deep within the lake , On a bed of flag - leaves , Watching till she wake . By the craggy hill - side , Through the mosses 21.
... They thought that she was fast asleep , But she was dead with sorrow . They have kept her ever since Deep within the lake , On a bed of flag - leaves , Watching till she wake . By the craggy hill - side , Through the mosses 21.
Stran 22
Michigan. State Board of Library Commissioners. By the craggy hill - side , Through the mosses bare , They have planted thorn - trees For pleasure here and there . If any man so daring As dig them up in spite , He shall find their ...
Michigan. State Board of Library Commissioners. By the craggy hill - side , Through the mosses bare , They have planted thorn - trees For pleasure here and there . If any man so daring As dig them up in spite , He shall find their ...
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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.