Brooks and Brook BasinsGinn, 1891 - 119 páginas |
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apple asked the brooklet banks beautiful bird blow Blynken bright bright eyes BROOK BASINS brook-bed BROOKS AND BROOK brookside bubbled the brook Bunny Cassiopeia Cepheus chipmonk chirped the robin clouds cold creature cried Chip drops earth earthworms EUGENE FIELD float flow flowers grass happy heat hill hillside Jack Frost land little friends little rills little squirrel little stream live loam look meadow merry morning muddy muddy water night north pole ocean pebbles Perseus pine piped Redbreast pole star pond pretty rain raindrops ridge rippled the brook river rock rock a little rolled round sails sand sandy field sang seeds shadow shouted showers side silver singing slopes snow soft soon south pole spring stars steep stone story sunbeams surface tell tiny rills valley vapor warm warmer water-cress water-parting waves wild columbine wild-flower wind wings winter
Passagens conhecidas
Página 80 - It whispered to the fields of corn, "Bow down, and hail the coming morn." It shouted through the belfry-tower, "Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour." It crossed the churchyard with a sigh, And said, "Not yet! in quiet lie.
Página 7 - twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea But I shall name you the fishermen three : Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed. So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea, Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
Página 27 - 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 water-break Above the golden gravel...
Página 27 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Página 80 - DAYBREAK A WIND came up out of the sea, And said, " O mists, make room for me." It hailed the ships, and cried, " Sail on, Ye mariners, the night is gone.
Página 14 - We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain, Beneath the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away. All through the long, bright days of June Its leaves grew green and fair, And waved in hot midsummer's noon Its soft and yellow hair.
Página 112 - THE SEA The sea, the sea, the open sea, The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; 5 Or like a cradled creature lies.
Página 12 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Página 13 - And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace.
Página 16 - SMALL service is true service while it lasts : Of humblest Friends, bright Creature ! scorn not one ; The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew-drop from the Sun.