Prose and Poetry for ChildrenPacific Short Story Club, 1912 - 112 strani |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 20
Stran 12
... Hills , Markham Jog On , Jog On , Shakespeare Kittie and Mousie Kind Hearts Kindness ... Keep Thinking , London Little Birdie , Tennyson Little Nanny Etticoat Little Brook , Riley Let Me Be a Sunbeam . Let Those Now Love Look Not ...
... Hills , Markham Jog On , Jog On , Shakespeare Kittie and Mousie Kind Hearts Kindness ... Keep Thinking , London Little Birdie , Tennyson Little Nanny Etticoat Little Brook , Riley Let Me Be a Sunbeam . Let Those Now Love Look Not ...
Stran 14
... hills back of the city of Oakland , California , overlooking San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate . He was resting on a bank of poppies intently watching the shiny yellow petals and the insect visitors to the pol- len of the flowers ...
... hills back of the city of Oakland , California , overlooking San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate . He was resting on a bank of poppies intently watching the shiny yellow petals and the insect visitors to the pol- len of the flowers ...
Stran 15
... hill overlooking a little valley , in the bottom of which was a small lake . A soft breeze was blowing and the lake was covered with rippling waves which glistened in the warm sun . Along the shores of the lake were some tall trees ...
... hill overlooking a little valley , in the bottom of which was a small lake . A soft breeze was blowing and the lake was covered with rippling waves which glistened in the warm sun . Along the shores of the lake were some tall trees ...
Stran 30
... hill : " Till I saw a wild bee dart Out of the cold to the poppy's heart ; Saw the petals gently spin , Shut the little lodger in . Then I took the quiet road To my own secure abode . All night long his tavern hung ; Now it rested , now ...
... hill : " Till I saw a wild bee dart Out of the cold to the poppy's heart ; Saw the petals gently spin , Shut the little lodger in . Then I took the quiet road To my own secure abode . All night long his tavern hung ; Now it rested , now ...
Stran 32
... hills . It was on one of these wanderings that he came across the scene the verse describes . The first line it should be noted is auto - biographical : " I wandered lonely as a cloud " for the poem is a faithful reproduction of an ...
... hills . It was on one of these wanderings that he came across the scene the verse describes . The first line it should be noted is auto - biographical : " I wandered lonely as a cloud " for the poem is a faithful reproduction of an ...
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A-bang Alfred Tennyson angel baby bard beautiful bird blossoming blue breath bright Brown BROWN THRUSH Charles Warren Stoddard child daffodils dance Dog of Flanders Dyke Edwin Markham Eggleston emotion Felicia Hemans flower Fortunate Isles Ginn give gold grades gray grows hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry van Dyke hills humorous Humpty Joaquin Miller lamb Light Brigade literature little birdie little kittie Little Women Lochinvar lonely Longfellow look Lord Macmillan merry Mifflin moon morning never night o'er permission of Houghton Phoebe Cary Piper poem poet poetry poppy prose Publishers pupil R. L. Stevenson rain rats reader Rhyme rhythm ride rolled sail Scribners sing sleep song soul stanzas star steed story sweet symbol teacher Tennyson thee thou thought thrush Twinkle voice waves Whitaker wild wind word young Lochinvar
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Stran 80 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white waves' foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roared—...
Stran 85 - And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Stran 97 - There was a rustling, that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering, And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering, Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.
Stran 80 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Stran 87 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, . ' Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Stran 78 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Stran 71 - 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. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Stran 95 - Smiling first a little smile, As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while; Then, like a musical adept, To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled, And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled, Like a...
Stran 72 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Stran 83 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...