Open Sesame!: Poetry and Prose for School-days, Volumen1Blanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin Ginn, 1889 |
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... green- wood ringing , Was silent when the boughs were bare and winds were blowing keen . And if , Mamma , you ask of me the reason of his singing , It is because the sun is out and all the leaves are green . Thus each performs his part ...
... green- wood ringing , Was silent when the boughs were bare and winds were blowing keen . And if , Mamma , you ask of me the reason of his singing , It is because the sun is out and all the leaves are green . Thus each performs his part ...
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... green and gold His wings grew gray . At last when blind , and seeming dumb , He scolded , laugh'd , and spoke no more , A Spanish stranger chanced to come To Mulla's shore . He hailed the bird in Spanish speech , The bird in Spanish ...
... green and gold His wings grew gray . At last when blind , and seeming dumb , He scolded , laugh'd , and spoke no more , A Spanish stranger chanced to come To Mulla's shore . He hailed the bird in Spanish speech , The bird in Spanish ...
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... green , they may be seen , " The little maid replied , " Twelve steps or more from mother's door , And they are side by side . 66 My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit , And sing a ...
... green , they may be seen , " The little maid replied , " Twelve steps or more from mother's door , And they are side by side . 66 My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit , And sing a ...
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... green as grass can be ; Rest , little young one , rest ; what is't that aileth thee ? " What is it thou would'st seek ? What is wanting to thy heart ? Thy limbs , are they not strong ? and beautiful thou art . This grass is tender grass ...
... green as grass can be ; Rest , little young one , rest ; what is't that aileth thee ? " What is it thou would'st seek ? What is wanting to thy heart ? Thy limbs , are they not strong ? and beautiful thou art . This grass is tender grass ...
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... green and fair ! I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there . The little brooks , that seem all pastime and all play , When they are angry roar like lions for their prey . " Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky ...
... green and fair ! I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there . The little brooks , that seem all pastime and all play , When they are angry roar like lions for their prey . " Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky ...
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Open Sesame! Poetry and Prose for School-Days, Volumen2 Blanche Wilder Bellamy Sin vista previa disponible - 2012 |
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.