Young Folks ̕book of Poetry: Containing a Collection of the Best Short and Easy Poems for Reading and Recitation in Schools and FamiliesLee and Shepard, 1880 - 2100 Seiten |
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... wing , poor thing ! The north wind doth blow , and we shall have snow ; And what will the Swallow do then , poor thing ? Oh ! do you not know that he's gone long ago To a country much warmer than ours ? -poor thing ! The north wind doth ...
... wing , poor thing ! The north wind doth blow , and we shall have snow ; And what will the Swallow do then , poor thing ? Oh ! do you not know that he's gone long ago To a country much warmer than ours ? -poor thing ! The north wind doth ...
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... wings , I'd join you in the sky . If I were with you , little stars , How merrily we'd roll Across the skies , and through the clouds , And round about the pole ! 1 1 pole , a point in the heavens near the north star . The moon that ...
... wings , I'd join you in the sky . If I were with you , little stars , How merrily we'd roll Across the skies , and through the clouds , And round about the pole ! 1 1 pole , a point in the heavens near the north star . The moon that ...
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... wings ! " Ter - wit , ter - weet ! Something to eat ! Just please to let go of this bit of wheat ! " Fiercer and fiercer the battle grew , Until the straw broke right in two . And the little chicks Were in a fix , And sorry enough for ...
... wings ! " Ter - wit , ter - weet ! Something to eat ! Just please to let go of this bit of wheat ! " Fiercer and fiercer the battle grew , Until the straw broke right in two . And the little chicks Were in a fix , And sorry enough for ...
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... 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 . " Baby , sleep a little longer , Till thy ...
... 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 . " Baby , sleep a little longer , Till thy ...
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... Till winter comes with icy thumbs To ruffle up our wing ! Well , tell ! where should I fly to , Where go sleep in the dark wood or dell ? 1 house , make their nests . Before the day was over , Home must come the AND EASY RHYMES . 39.
... Till winter comes with icy thumbs To ruffle up our wing ! Well , tell ! where should I fly to , Where go sleep in the dark wood or dell ? 1 house , make their nests . Before the day was over , Home must come the AND EASY RHYMES . 39.
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ALFRED TENNYSON ALICE CARY beautiful birdie bless blossoms blow blue Bob-o'-link bough brave breeze bright bright eyes brown thrush chee chick-a-de-dee child clouds clucking cold daisies dance dear doth earth eyes fairy father FELICIA HEMANS flowers fly away home gentle glad good-night grandpapa green grow happy harvest-home hear heart heaven Hiawatha hills JANE TAYLOR lady-bird laugh leaves light little bird little brook Little Lamb little Maid Little white Lily look LYDIA MARIA CHILD MARY HOWITT meadows merry moon morning mountain nest never night o'er peep pipe play pleasant pray pretty rain red deer River Robert of Lincoln Robin round S. T. COLERIDGE sang shine sing skies sleep snow soft song sorrow spank Spink spring stars summer sunshine sweet swing tell thee There's thing thou tree warm waves wind wings winter wood
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 94 - O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Seite 52 - I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek, and He is mild; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Seite 43 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them. " And often after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer And eat my supper there. " The first that died was Sister Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away.
Seite 93 - The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand.
Seite 13 - Speak, father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Seite 37 - And then an open field they crossed : The marks were still the same ; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank ; And further there were none ! —Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild.
Seite 103 - There, with a light and easy motion, The fan-coral sweeps through the clear, deep sea, And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea; And life, in rare and beautiful forms. Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe, when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the waves his own.
Seite 100 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part ; For the Gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen ; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean.
Seite 35 - Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day . The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door!
Seite 80 - Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.