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... talk on their recol- lections of their school days . It would be especially interesting to the children to have given a description of the household utensils and schoolhouse arrangements and appurtenances , and to have as many of these ...
... talk on their recol- lections of their school days . It would be especially interesting to the children to have given a description of the household utensils and schoolhouse arrangements and appurtenances , and to have as many of these ...
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... talk like fellows in their teens ! Mad , poor old boys ! That's what it means , And shake their heads ; they little know The throbbing hearts of Bill and Joe ! - How Bill forgets his hour of pride , While Joe sits smiling by his side ...
... talk like fellows in their teens ! Mad , poor old boys ! That's what it means , And shake their heads ; they little know The throbbing hearts of Bill and Joe ! - How Bill forgets his hour of pride , While Joe sits smiling by his side ...
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... talk with - any one but me . The Indians sometimes show'd their sun - baked faces , But they didn't teem with conversational graces ; Some ideas from the birds and trees she stole , But ' twasn't like talking with a human soul ; And ...
... talk with - any one but me . The Indians sometimes show'd their sun - baked faces , But they didn't teem with conversational graces ; Some ideas from the birds and trees she stole , But ' twasn't like talking with a human soul ; And ...
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... talk with - any one but me . The Indians sometimes show'd their sun - baked faces , But they didn't teem with conversational graces ; Some ideas from the birds and trees she stole , But ' twasn't like talking with a human soul ; And ...
... talk with - any one but me . The Indians sometimes show'd their sun - baked faces , But they didn't teem with conversational graces ; Some ideas from the birds and trees she stole , But ' twasn't like talking with a human soul ; And ...
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Beaver Island Bill Birch-tree birds bless boughs breath bright little needle-the Bunker Hill canoe cold dear Detroit directed by beauty district dust elbow-room eyes forest friendly and frank girl-wife good-bye gray half hand heart Hiawatha Historical Society house had lost Indians Jesuits kiss Kwasind Lake Superior Lansing little needle-the swift-flying look'd looked Mackinac Mackinac Island maiden Marquette mother mother-rock mound builders Music nature's own Nobleman needle directed needle-the swift-flying needle never night o'er OCTOBER 12 old arm-chair Old Aunt Mary's old house Patriot war Pioneer and Historical Pontiac Pontiac's Trail Public Instruction quills river Robin Adair Rock round Saginaw valley Sault Ste schoolhouse seem'd shining siege of Detroit sleep song Superintendent of Public sweet sword of Bunker Taquamenaw tears thing thunder-storm To've Toledo war tonight twas twasn't Upper Peninsula watch'd waves weary whispered wind wood yellow water-lily
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Página 25 - Thus the Birch Canoe was builded In the valley, by the river, In the bosom of the forest ; And the forest's life was in it, All its mystery and its magic, All the lightness of the birch-tree, All the toughness of the cedar, All the larch's supple sinews ; And it floated on the river Like a yellow leaf in Autumn, Like a yellow water-lily.
Página 25 - From the earth he tore the fibres, Tore the tough roots of the Larch-Tree, Closely sewed the bark together, Bound it closely to the framework.
Página 11 - Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, And the harbor bar be moaning. Three corpses lay out on the shining sands In the morning gleam as the tide went down, And the women are weeping and wringing their hands For those who will never come home to the town; For men must work, and women must weep, And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep; And good-by to the bar and its moaning.
Página 24 - Hiawatha!" With his knife the tree he girdled; Just beneath its lowest branches, Just above the roots, he cut it, Till the sap came oozing outward; Down the trunk, from top to bottom, Sheer he cleft the bark asunder, With a wooden wedge he raised it, Stripped it from the trunk unbroken.
Página 22 - The hallowed seat with listening ear ; And gentle words that mother would give, To fit me to die and teach me to live. She told me shame would never betide, With truth for my creed and God for my guide ; She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer, As I knelt beside that old arm-chair.
Página 24 - Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and stately in the valley! I a light canoe will build me, Build a swift Cheemaun for sailing, That shall float on the river, Like a yellow leaf in Autumn, Like a yellow water-lily!
Página 22 - I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old Arm-chair ? I've treasured it long as a sainted prize ; I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it with sighs. 'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart ; Not a tie will break, not a link will start. Would ye learn the spell ? — a mother sat there ; And a sacred thing is that old Arm-chair.
Página 23 - Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold, Fall on your shoulders again as of old; Let it...
Página 23 - Backward, turn backward, O Time! in your flight; Make me a child again just for to-night!
Página 10 - Each thought on the woman who loved him the best, And the children stood watching them out of the town; For men must work and women must weep, And there's little to earn, and many to keep, Though the harbor bar be moaning.