Prose and Poetry for ChildrenPacific Short Story Club, 1912 - 112 strani |
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Stran 64
... angel sings , Still quiring to the young - eyed cherubim : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture decay Doth grossly close us in we cannot hear it . -Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice . The night has a thousand ...
... angel sings , Still quiring to the young - eyed cherubim : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture decay Doth grossly close us in we cannot hear it . -Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice . The night has a thousand ...
Stran 67
... angels are , or good or ill , Our fatal shadows that walk by us still . -Fletcher . બે Some of the Treasures THE BALLAD OF THE TEMPEST PROSE AND POETRY FOR CHILDREN 67 And O the Voices, Miller And Ever and Ever, Miller Sin Has Many ...
... angels are , or good or ill , Our fatal shadows that walk by us still . -Fletcher . બે Some of the Treasures THE BALLAD OF THE TEMPEST PROSE AND POETRY FOR CHILDREN 67 And O the Voices, Miller And Ever and Ever, Miller Sin Has Many ...
Stran 70
... angel dream passed o'er him . He carved it then on the yielding stone With many a sharp incision : With Heaven's own light the sculptor shone ; He had caught that angel vision . Scuptors of life are as we stand With our lives uncarved ...
... angel dream passed o'er him . He carved it then on the yielding stone With many a sharp incision : With Heaven's own light the sculptor shone ; He had caught that angel vision . Scuptors of life are as we stand With our lives uncarved ...
Stran 74
... angel of Death spread his wings on the blast , And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed ; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill , And their hearts but once heaved , and forever were still . And there lay the steed ...
... angel of Death spread his wings on the blast , And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed ; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill , And their hearts but once heaved , and forever were still . And there lay the steed ...
Stran 83
... angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerily still ; and said , " I pray thee , then , Write me as one that loves his fellowmen . " The angel wrote and vanished . The next night It came again with a great wakening light , And showed the ...
... angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerily still ; and said , " I pray thee , then , Write me as one that loves his fellowmen . " The angel wrote and vanished . The next night It came again with a great wakening light , And showed the ...
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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...