Prose and Poetry for ChildrenPacific Short Story Club, 1912 - 112 strani |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 6
Stran 12
... Lochinvar , Scott Landing of the Pilgrims , Hemans .. Lord Ullin's Daughter , Campbell Method Mottoes for the Blackboard . My Heart Leaps Up My Star , Browning Man Is His Own Star , Fletcher Mary Had a Little Lamb Nature Poetry ...
... Lochinvar , Scott Landing of the Pilgrims , Hemans .. Lord Ullin's Daughter , Campbell Method Mottoes for the Blackboard . My Heart Leaps Up My Star , Browning Man Is His Own Star , Fletcher Mary Had a Little Lamb Nature Poetry ...
Stran 12
... Lochinvar , Scott Landing of the Pilgrims , Hemans . Lord Ullin's Daughter , Campbell Method Mottoes for the Blackboard . My Heart Leaps Up My Star , Browning Man Is His Own Star , Fletcher Mary Had a Little Lamb Nature Poetry ...
... Lochinvar , Scott Landing of the Pilgrims , Hemans . Lord Ullin's Daughter , Campbell Method Mottoes for the Blackboard . My Heart Leaps Up My Star , Browning Man Is His Own Star , Fletcher Mary Had a Little Lamb Nature Poetry ...
Stran 71
... him down , From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line , and we raised not a stone- But we left him alone with his glory . -Charles IVolfe . LOCHINVAR . Oh , young Lochinvar is come out of PROSE AND POETRY FOR CHILDREN ...
... him down , From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line , and we raised not a stone- But we left him alone with his glory . -Charles IVolfe . LOCHINVAR . Oh , young Lochinvar is come out of PROSE AND POETRY FOR CHILDREN ...
Stran 72
Henry Meade Bland. LOCHINVAR . Oh , young Lochinvar is come out of the West ! Through all the wide Border his steed was the best , And save his good broadsword , he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed , and he rode all alone . So ...
Henry Meade Bland. LOCHINVAR . Oh , young Lochinvar is come out of the West ! Through all the wide Border his steed was the best , And save his good broadsword , he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed , and he rode all alone . So ...
Stran 73
... Lochinvar . There was mounting ' mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Fosters , Fenwicks , and Musgraves , they rode and they ran ; There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lea , But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see . So ...
... Lochinvar . There was mounting ' mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Fosters , Fenwicks , and Musgraves , they rode and they ran ; There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lea , But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see . So ...
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Alfred Tennyson angel baby bard beautiful bird birdie blue breath bright brimming river Brown Charles Warren Stoddard child dance dark Dog of Flanders Edwin Markham father Felicia Hemans flow To join flower Fortunate Isles Ginn give gold grades gray grow hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry van Dyke hills humorous Humpty Joaquin Miller join the brimming lamb Light Brigade little birdie Little Women Lochinvar lonely Longfellow look Lord Macmillan merry Mifflin moon morning Netherby never night o'er permission of Houghton Phoebe Cary Piper poem poetry Publishers pupil R. L. Stevenson rats Rhyme rhythm ride Rode the six rolled sail Scribners sing six hundred sleep song soul stanzas star story sweet symbol teacher Tennyson thee thou thought thrush Twinkle voice waves Whitaker & Ray wild wind word young Lochinvar
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Stran 80 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes. Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise ! And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and...
Stran 81 - 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...
Stran 78 - 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 85 - 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 69 - 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 93 - 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 94 - Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives — Followed the Piper for their lives.
Stran 83 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling. And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel ; 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 82 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Stran 87 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter ! — O my daughter...