First (Second) poetry book, selected and arranged by C. Geikie, Volume 1John Cunningham Geikie 1878 |
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... Father's Return Home ...... 101 Hemans 19 Fidelity ............... S. Butler 194 Flax Flower , The 49 Flowers , Love of ............ C. P. Craig 52 Fly , The Anna M. Wells 197 Frost , The 51 83 Cradle Song , A Blake 192 ......... Cradle ...
... Father's Return Home ...... 101 Hemans 19 Fidelity ............... S. Butler 194 Flax Flower , The 49 Flowers , Love of ............ C. P. Craig 52 Fly , The Anna M. Wells 197 Frost , The 51 83 Cradle Song , A Blake 192 ......... Cradle ...
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... Father's Return Home .. 19 ...... 101 Fidelity ............... S. Butler 194 Flax Flower , The 49 ............ Old ... Father William ...... Southey 151 Idle , The , Girl ... Mrs . Child Idleness and Mischief , Against ...
... Father's Return Home .. 19 ...... 101 Fidelity ............... S. Butler 194 Flax Flower , The 49 ............ Old ... Father William ...... Southey 151 Idle , The , Girl ... Mrs . Child Idleness and Mischief , Against ...
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... Father's at the Helm 148 ... Nellie's Wish ..E . S. Hill 77 Night , The Stormy ......... 26 Noble Nature , The ........... 112 Dog Rover " Northern Star , " The 169 ...... Seasons , The Four ............ 144 September ....... Mary ...
... Father's at the Helm 148 ... Nellie's Wish ..E . S. Hill 77 Night , The Stormy ......... 26 Noble Nature , The ........... 112 Dog Rover " Northern Star , " The 169 ...... Seasons , The Four ............ 144 September ....... Mary ...
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... Father 85 Water - Mill , The ... Aunt Effie 96 We are Seven Wordsworth 141 What is that , Mother ? ...... Spring Song , A 27 Doane 17 Spring , Song for ............ Wind in a Frolic , The Mary Howitt 48 W. IIowitt 67 46 9 Squirrel , The ...
... Father 85 Water - Mill , The ... Aunt Effie 96 We are Seven Wordsworth 141 What is that , Mother ? ...... Spring Song , A 27 Doane 17 Spring , Song for ............ Wind in a Frolic , The Mary Howitt 48 W. IIowitt 67 46 9 Squirrel , The ...
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... father's poor - that is no grief to me , When such a blue and brilliant sky my upturned eye can see ; They tell me , too , that richer girls can sport with toy and gem ; It may be so - and yet , methinks , I do not envy them . When ...
... father's poor - that is no grief to me , When such a blue and brilliant sky my upturned eye can see ; They tell me , too , that richer girls can sport with toy and gem ; It may be so - and yet , methinks , I do not envy them . When ...
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First (Second) poetry book, selected and arranged by C. Geikie, Volume 1 John Cunningham Geikie Visualização integral - 1878 |
First (Second) poetry book, selected and arranged by C. Geikie, Volume 2 John Cunningham Geikie Visualização integral - 1878 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Assyria beauty beneath bird bound bright called chee cheerful child clear clouds comes cried dark dead dear death deep door fair fall father Father William fear feet fields flowers gentle give gone green Hall happy hath hear heard heart hill hour hurrah kind lamb laugh leaves light little bird live lone look Maid merry morning mother never night o'er once pass Petrel play poor praise pray rain replied rise Robin rolled rose round seen ship side sing sleep smiled snow Soldier song soon sorrow sound Spring standing stars stood storm summer sweet tears tell thee There's thing thou trees true turn Twas voice waves wild wind winter young youth
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Página 141 - SEVEN. -A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; •*—Her beauty made me glad. 22 " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Página 215 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Página 188 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 142 - Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two arc gone to sea; " Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Página 142 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing 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 little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay Till God released her of her pain, And then she went away.
Página 218 - But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring ; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. " Then, Pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; All earth-born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Página 175 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm, — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Página 175 - say, father, say If yet my task is done ?" He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. " Speak, father !" once again he cried, " If I may yet be gone ! And" — but the booming shots replied — And fast the flames rolled on.
Página 151 - You are old, Father William,' the young man cried, ' And pleasures with youth pass away, And yet you lament not the days that are gone : Now tell me the reason, I pray ? '
Página 211 - It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old...