Poems for the Study of Language Prescribed in the Course of Study for the Common Schools of Illinois: With Biographical Sketches and IllustrationsHoughton, Mifflin, 1905 - 210 Seiten |
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... dark and the daylight , When the night is beginning to lower , Comes a pause in the day's occupations , That is known as the Children's Hour . 5 I hear in the chamber above me The patter 14 POEMS FOR THE STUDY OF LANGUAGE OUR FLAG ...
... dark and the daylight , When the night is beginning to lower , Comes a pause in the day's occupations , That is known as the Children's Hour . 5 I hear in the chamber above me The patter 14 POEMS FOR THE STUDY OF LANGUAGE OUR FLAG ...
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... Dark behind it rose the forest , Rose the black and gloomy pine - trees , Rose the firs with cones upon them ; Bright before it beat the water , Beat the clear and sunny water , Beat the shining Big - Sea - Water . 5 10 29. Banditti ...
... Dark behind it rose the forest , Rose the black and gloomy pine - trees , Rose the firs with cones upon them ; Bright before it beat the water , Beat the clear and sunny water , Beat the shining Big - Sea - Water . 5 10 29. Banditti ...
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... dark mould with kindly care , And press it o'er them tenderly , As , round the sleeping infant's feet , We softly fold the cradle - sheet ; So plant we the apple - tree . 5 What plant we in this apple - tree ? Buds ILLINOIS COURSE ...
... dark mould with kindly care , And press it o'er them tenderly , As , round the sleeping infant's feet , We softly fold the cradle - sheet ; So plant we the apple - tree . 5 What plant we in this apple - tree ? Buds ILLINOIS COURSE ...
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... darkness , Rattled like a shore with pebbles , Answered wailing , answered weeping , " Take my balm , O Hiawatha ! " 70 And he took the tears of balsam , Took the resin of the Fir - Tree , Smeared therewith each seam and fissure , Made ...
... darkness , Rattled like a shore with pebbles , Answered wailing , answered weeping , " Take my balm , O Hiawatha ! " 70 And he took the tears of balsam , Took the resin of the Fir - Tree , Smeared therewith each seam and fissure , Made ...
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... dark Spanish maiden Comes up with the fruit of the tangled vine laden ; 10 And the Creole of Cuba laughs out to behold Through orange - leaves shining the broad spheres of gold ; Yet with dearer delight from his home in the North ...
... dark Spanish maiden Comes up with the fruit of the tangled vine laden ; 10 And the Creole of Cuba laughs out to behold Through orange - leaves shining the broad spheres of gold ; Yet with dearer delight from his home in the North ...
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190 AMSTERDAM Abraham Davenport ALICE CARY apple-tree beautiful beneath bird bloom blue blue weather brave breath bright called CELIA THAXTER Christmas cloud dark dead door doth earth Elmwood eyes flag Flower of Liberty golden Gottlieb green hand happy Harvard College hath hear heard heart heaven HELEN HUNT JACKSON HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Hiawatha hills hold in fee JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER king land laughed leaves light living look Lord meadows morning mother murmur nest Never forever night Nokomis o'er PHOEBE CARY plants poems poet poor rain Revere Rhocus Ring river Riverside Branch round seemed shadow shining sings Sir Launfal sleep snow song soul sound spring stars steed stood summer sunshine sweet tell thee things thou thought toil tree voice warm waves WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT winds wings wood words yellow
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Seite 38 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Seite 173 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Seite 173 - Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Seite 126 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost.
Seite 104 - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Seite 42 - If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Seite 45 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed in his flight Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Seite 37 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Seite 61 - Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word; "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!
Seite 173 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.