Poetry for ChildrenHoughton, Mifflin, 1879 - 240 páginas Poems with varying degrees of difficulty and a wide range of subject matter, specifically chosen for elementary children. |
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Samuel Eliot. PREFACE . THE illustrations of this volume are by different hands . Some of them appear so helpful in interesting the reader as to call for cordial acknowledgment from the editor . Many poems naturally looked for in a ...
Samuel Eliot. PREFACE . THE illustrations of this volume are by different hands . Some of them appear so helpful in interesting the reader as to call for cordial acknowledgment from the editor . Many poems naturally looked for in a ...
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... hand , Baby , baby ! Dreaming , who can understand - Dreams like this , what they be ? When he wakes , kiss him twice , Then talk and gay be ; Little cheeks , soft and nice , Baby , baby ! LILLIPUT LEVEE . COCK - A - DOODLE - DOO . A ...
... hand , Baby , baby ! Dreaming , who can understand - Dreams like this , what they be ? When he wakes , kiss him twice , Then talk and gay be ; Little cheeks , soft and nice , Baby , baby ! LILLIPUT LEVEE . COCK - A - DOODLE - DOO . A ...
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... hands That can manage a top , And climb a tall chestnut To make the nuts drop . They're just full of business , With ball , hoop , and swing ; Yet are never too busy To do a kind thing . 160 THE STRANGE LITTLE BOY . He has two feet THE ...
... hands That can manage a top , And climb a tall chestnut To make the nuts drop . They're just full of business , With ball , hoop , and swing ; Yet are never too busy To do a kind thing . 160 THE STRANGE LITTLE BOY . He has two feet THE ...
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... hands are sadly brown ; Her cheek tells of the sun . But could you see her come and go , In summer shine and winter snow , As I do , day by day ; Now rising like the lark at morn ; Like Ruth , now gleaming in the corn ; Now busy in the ...
... hands are sadly brown ; Her cheek tells of the sun . But could you see her come and go , In summer shine and winter snow , As I do , day by day ; Now rising like the lark at morn ; Like Ruth , now gleaming in the corn ; Now busy in the ...
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... hands to do . In books , or work , or healthful play , Let my first years be past ; That I may give for every day Some good account at last . WATTS . 168 THE ANT . THE ANT . These emmets , THE BUSY BEE . 167 120 THE BUSY.
... hands to do . In books , or work , or healthful play , Let my first years be past ; That I may give for every day Some good account at last . WATTS . 168 THE ANT . THE ANT . These emmets , THE BUSY BEE . 167 120 THE BUSY.
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Palavras e frases frequentes
A. R. Waud Abbot of Aberbrothok Allen-a-Dale baby begins to blow bird bless bread bright brown dear doth ducklings Edmonton eyes fagots fair Kirkley fairy fir-wood flew flowers Garrett and Merrill George Nidiver grandmother grandpapa GRAVES green GREENWOOD TREE grizzly bear hath haunted spring hear heart hens hither hunter IDLE SHEPHERD-BOYS Inchcape Rock JANE TAYLOR JOHN GILPIN John Tomkins Kirkley Hall little birdie LITTLE BROTHER Little John Little lamb lonesome glen looked MABEL ON MIDSUMMER Merrill E. H. Garrett Merrill F. T. Merrill Merrill Garrett MIDSUMMER DAY Miss Humphrey moon mother never Nose o'er old arm-chair play POSIES FOR CHILDREN pray prayer Quoth ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH ROSE round says mamma sing Sir Ralph sleep spectacles stream summer taffrail tell thou canst Three Bells tree turtle-dove Twas unto W. L. Sheppard WARY TROUT well-bred duck wild wind that brings wish wood youth
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Página 231 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. ' But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face ; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case.
Página 227 - His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed ! But, finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat. So, Fair and softly...
Página 137 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring, It made him whistle, it made him sing; His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the priest of Aberbrothok.
Página 240 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Página 133 - On the whole, it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.
Página 228 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till loop and button failing both At last it flew away.
Página 200 - One midst the forests of the West By a dark stream is laid, The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Página 227 - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more.
Página 170 - More motionless ! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again ! This plot of Orchard-ground is Ours ; My trees they are, my Sister's flowers ; Here rest your wings when they are weary, Here lodge as in a sanctuary ! Come often to us, fear no wrong ; Sit near us on the bough ! We'll talk of sunshine and of song ; And summer days when we were young ; Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now.
Página 167 - In works of labour, or of skill, I would be busy too ; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.