Prose and Poetry for ChildrenPacific Short Story Club, 1912 - 112 strani |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 9
Stran 18
... rest . No more , on prancing palfrey borne , He caroled light as lark at morn ; No longer courted and caressed , High placed in hall , a welcome guest , He poured , to lord and lady gay , The unpremeditated lay ; Old times were changed ...
... rest . No more , on prancing palfrey borne , He caroled light as lark at morn ; No longer courted and caressed , High placed in hall , a welcome guest , He poured , to lord and lady gay , The unpremeditated lay ; Old times were changed ...
Stran 24
... rest a little longer , Till the little wings are stronger . " So she rests a little longer , Then she flies away . What does little baby say In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says , like little birdie , " Let me rise and fly away ...
... rest a little longer , Till the little wings are stronger . " So she rests a little longer , Then she flies away . What does little baby say In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says , like little birdie , " Let me rise and fly away ...
Stran 71
... rest , With his martial cloak around him . Few and short were the prayers we said , And we spoke not a word of scrrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead , And bitterly thought of the morrow . We thought as we hollowed ...
... rest , With his martial cloak around him . Few and short were the prayers we said , And we spoke not a word of scrrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead , And bitterly thought of the morrow . We thought as we hollowed ...
Stran 75
... rest , sleep and rest , Father will come to thee soon ; Rest , rest , on mother's breast , Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest , Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep , my ...
... rest , sleep and rest , Father will come to thee soon ; Rest , rest , on mother's breast , Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest , Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep , my ...
Stran 77
... rest on thee , may count each started vein . Will they ill - use thee ? If I thought - but no , it cannot be- Thou are so swift yet easy curbed ; so gentle , yet so free : And yet , if happy , when thou'rt gone , my lonely heart should ...
... rest on thee , may count each started vein . Will they ill - use thee ? If I thought - but no , it cannot be- Thou are so swift yet easy curbed ; so gentle , yet so free : And yet , if happy , when thou'rt gone , my lonely heart should ...
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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...