Child Life: A Collection of PoemsJohn Greenleaf Whittier J. R. Osgood, 1872 - 263 páginas An anthology of poems by nineteenth-century authors from various countries about the experiences of childhood. |
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... see A glimmer of light in the darkness , Where the gates shut after me . Oh ! turn me the key , sweet angel , The splendor will shine so far ! " But the 28 CHILD LIFE . How the Gates came Ajar From the Italian, How the Gates came Ajar.
... see A glimmer of light in the darkness , Where the gates shut after me . Oh ! turn me the key , sweet angel , The splendor will shine so far ! " But the 28 CHILD LIFE . How the Gates came Ajar From the Italian, How the Gates came Ajar.
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A Collection of Poems John Greenleaf Whittier. The splendor will shine so far ! " But the warden answered : " I dare not Set the beautiful gates ajar , " - Spoke low and answered : " I dare not Set the beautiful gates ajar ! " Then rose ...
A Collection of Poems John Greenleaf Whittier. The splendor will shine so far ! " But the warden answered : " I dare not Set the beautiful gates ajar , " - Spoke low and answered : " I dare not Set the beautiful gates ajar ! " Then rose ...
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... shine : Of the black wasp's cunning way , - Mason of his walls of clay , And the architectural plans Of gray hornet artisans ! For , eschewing books and tasks , Nature answers all he asks ; Hand in hand with her he walks , Face to face ...
... shine : Of the black wasp's cunning way , - Mason of his walls of clay , And the architectural plans Of gray hornet artisans ! For , eschewing books and tasks , Nature answers all he asks ; Hand in hand with her he walks , Face to face ...
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... shine forth in happy overflow From the blue , bright eyes . Down the dell she tripped , and through the glade Peeped the squirrel from the hazel shade , And , from out the tree Swung , and leaped , and frolicked , void of fear , — While ...
... shine forth in happy overflow From the blue , bright eyes . Down the dell she tripped , and through the glade Peeped the squirrel from the hazel shade , And , from out the tree Swung , and leaped , and frolicked , void of fear , — While ...
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... shine out in happy overflow , From her blue , bright eyes . By her snow - white cot at close of day , Knelt sweet Bell , with folded palms to pray : Very calm and clear Rose the praying voice to where , unseen , In blue heaven , an ...
... shine out in happy overflow , From her blue , bright eyes . By her snow - white cot at close of day , Knelt sweet Bell , with folded palms to pray : Very calm and clear Rose the praying voice to where , unseen , In blue heaven , an ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alice Cary angel Babie Bell beautiful blessed blossoms blue Bob-o'-link bright bright eyes brown brown thrush Celia Thaxter chee cheek child comes cried Daisies Dandelion dear eyes face fair fairies father feet flowers gates Gilpin glad gray green guilders hair hand happy head hear heard heart heaven John Gilpin kiss Lady Moon laugh light little bird little Christel little Dandelion little Hiawatha little maid Little white Lily look Lucy Larcom Mary Howitt meadow merry minute mix minutes bake mooly cow morning mother nest never night Nokomis o'er Phoebe Cary pipe Piper play pretty Quoth rose round sandpiper shine sing sits sleep smile snow soft song sorrow Spink sweet tell thee There's things Thomas Hood thou thought to-day to-whit tree violets wild William Allingham William Motherwell wind wings wonder wood
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Página 164 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light!
Página 210 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Página 209 - Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother ; And, in the church-yard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Página 240 - 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." Said John, "It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.
Página 97 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Página 238 - Were shatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke, As they had basted been. But still he seem'd to carry weight, With leathern girdle braced ; For all might see the bottle-necks, Still dangling at his waist.
Página 164 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Página 237 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, at last it flew away. Then might all people well discern the bottles he had slung; A bottle swinging at each side, as hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out,
Página 143 - Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St.
Página 131 - Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; Sing thy songs of happy cheer!" So I sang the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. "Piper, sit thee down and write In a book, that all may read.