Open Sesame!: Poetry and Prose for School-days, Volumen1Blanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin Ginn, 1889 |
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... Dead , The . Blind Boy , The Brook , The ..... Broom Flower , The . Calendar , The Camel's Nose , The . Casabianca Charge of The Light Brigade , The .. Chatterbox , The . .Robert Burns . 187 Robert Southey . 196 .Jonathan Swift . 279 ...
... Dead , The . Blind Boy , The Brook , The ..... Broom Flower , The . Calendar , The Camel's Nose , The . Casabianca Charge of The Light Brigade , The .. Chatterbox , The . .Robert Burns . 187 Robert Southey . 196 .Jonathan Swift . 279 ...
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... dead ; those two are dead ; Their spirits are in heaven ! " ' Twas throwing words away ; for still The little maid would have her will ; And said , " Nay , we are seven . " WHICH SHALL IT BE ? · ANONYMOUS . " WHICH shall it be ? Which ...
... dead ; those two are dead ; Their spirits are in heaven ! " ' Twas throwing words away ; for still The little maid would have her will ; And said , " Nay , we are seven . " WHICH SHALL IT BE ? · ANONYMOUS . " WHICH shall it be ? Which ...
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... dead . There upon her little bed , she lay at rest . The solemn stillness was no marvel now . She was dead . No sleep so beautiful and calm , so free from trace of pain , so fair to look upon . She seemed a crea- ture fresh from the ...
... dead . There upon her little bed , she lay at rest . The solemn stillness was no marvel now . She was dead . No sleep so beautiful and calm , so free from trace of pain , so fair to look upon . She seemed a crea- ture fresh from the ...
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... dead . Dear , gentle , patient , noble Nell was dead . Her little bird - a poor , slight thing the pres- sure of a finger would have crushed - was stirring nimbly in its cage ; and the strong heart of its child mistress was mute and ...
... dead . Dear , gentle , patient , noble Nell was dead . Her little bird - a poor , slight thing the pres- sure of a finger would have crushed - was stirring nimbly in its cage ; and the strong heart of its child mistress was mute and ...
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... is good and strong ; honor that ; rejoice in it ; and , as you can , try to imitate it ; and your faults will drop off like dead leaves , when their time comes . GOOD NAME . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . GOOD name in man SENTIMENT AND STORY . 47.
... is good and strong ; honor that ; rejoice in it ; and , as you can , try to imitate it ; and your faults will drop off like dead leaves , when their time comes . GOOD NAME . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . GOOD name in man SENTIMENT AND STORY . 47.
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Términos y frases comunes
a-begging Æsop ALFRED TENNYSON ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE angel ANONYMOUS Barum beautiful bird blow blue boughs bright child CHRISTINA G Christmas cold cried curls dark dear little doll doth dream eyes fair fairy father feet flowers fly away home forever golden good-night green hair hand hath head hear heart heaven JOHN KEBLE King kiss Lady Moon lady-bird lamb land light Little mamma Little white Lily live look maid MARY HOWITT merry morning mother never night nose o'er old oaken bucket pipe play Polly poor pray pretty Queen rain rest River Robin rose round Saint Swithun sandpiper shining sing skies sleep smile soft song star-spangled banner stars summer sweet tell thee There's thine things thou tree twas watch Where's my baby WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
Pasajes populares
Página 173 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there! She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle-bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land!
Página 293 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Página 209 - And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day, in the city of David, a Savior, which is Christ the Lord...
Página 117 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Página 172 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Página 122 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...
Página 199 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Página 200 - Blest with victory and peace, may the heavenrescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just; And this be our motto :
Página 199 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Página 173 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.