Book of juvenile poetry, selected from the best authors [signed E.D.].1864 |
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... bird and the Ant .. L. H. Sigourney .. 51 .. 52 The Spider and the Fly The Butterfly's Ball The Pebble and the Acorn The Pet Lamb .. Mary Howitt .. .. 53 .. Roscoe 4. 55 .. H. F. Gould Wordsworth .. 57 59 The Chameleon .. Merrick ...
... bird and the Ant .. L. H. Sigourney .. 51 .. 52 The Spider and the Fly The Butterfly's Ball The Pebble and the Acorn The Pet Lamb .. Mary Howitt .. .. 53 .. Roscoe 4. 55 .. H. F. Gould Wordsworth .. 57 59 The Chameleon .. Merrick ...
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... Birds in Summer .. .. Mary Howitt 200 .. Autumn .. Southey 202 .. Autumn : .. To a Friend in Autumn Winter Woods in Winter A Morning Song Evening The Evening Cloud Night .. Longfellow Barry Cornwall 204 205 .. .. Bernard Barton ...
... Birds in Summer .. .. Mary Howitt 200 .. Autumn .. Southey 202 .. Autumn : .. To a Friend in Autumn Winter Woods in Winter A Morning Song Evening The Evening Cloud Night .. Longfellow Barry Cornwall 204 205 .. .. Bernard Barton ...
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... Bird's Petition Don't Kill the Birds The Thrush's Nest The Sparrow's Nest Hemans R. Herrick Cowper Charlotte Smith S. W. Partridge Anon . F. Clarke Wordsworth Wordsworth Keble Longfellow Longfellow Heber Milton Dove on the Cross ...
... Bird's Petition Don't Kill the Birds The Thrush's Nest The Sparrow's Nest Hemans R. Herrick Cowper Charlotte Smith S. W. Partridge Anon . F. Clarke Wordsworth Wordsworth Keble Longfellow Longfellow Heber Milton Dove on the Cross ...
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... Bird The Tiger The Squirrel To Flush , my Dog .. The Mouse's Petition Wordsworth Southey .. .. Cowper .. Choice Poems W. Blake Bernard Barton Barrett A. L. Barbauld The Tints of Life The Purpose of Life The Spring - Time of Life ...
... Bird The Tiger The Squirrel To Flush , my Dog .. The Mouse's Petition Wordsworth Southey .. .. Cowper .. Choice Poems W. Blake Bernard Barton Barrett A. L. Barbauld The Tints of Life The Purpose of Life The Spring - Time of Life ...
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... bird Sings where once the moss was heard ; Silent - save when breeze's moan Comes through flowers or fretted stone ; And the wild - rose waves around thee , And the long dark grass hath bound thee , -Sleepst thou as the swain might ...
... bird Sings where once the moss was heard ; Silent - save when breeze's moan Comes through flowers or fretted stone ; And the wild - rose waves around thee , And the long dark grass hath bound thee , -Sleepst thou as the swain might ...
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beautiful beneath bird blessed breast breath bright brother cheer child clouds cold comes dark dear death earth face fair fall father fear fields flowers gave give gone grace grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour John kind king land leaves light live look merry mind morning mother nest never night o'er once passed peace play poor rain rest Robin Hood round seen shining side sight sing sits sleep smile snow song soon sorrow soul sound spread spring stood storm summer sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tree turned Twas voice watch wild wind wings winter wish woods young
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Página 349 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Página 49 - THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND. ?HE breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed. And the heavy night hung dark. The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 133 - 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.
Página 25 - King is come to marshal us, in all his armor drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout,
Página 359 - Lo! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod;' Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Página 30 - Peak unfurled the flag o'er Darwin's rocky dales Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales, Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely height, Till streamed in crimson on the- wind the Wrekin's crest of light, Till broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately fane, And tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the boundless plain ; Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent; Till...
Página 161 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play.
Página 122 - 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, woodlai.d air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Página 159 - And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side, To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipp'd from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw.
Página 42 - ... misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.