Poetry for ChildrenHoughton, Mifflin, 1879 - 240 pages Poems with varying degrees of difficulty and a wide range of subject matter, specifically chosen for elementary children. |
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... LITTLE BROWN BIRD . A little brown bird sat on a stone ; The sun shone thereon , but he was alone . " O pretty bird , do you not weary Of this gay summer so long and dreary ? ” 152 EGGS AND BIRDS . The little bird opened his.
... LITTLE BROWN BIRD . A little brown bird sat on a stone ; The sun shone thereon , but he was alone . " O pretty bird , do you not weary Of this gay summer so long and dreary ? ” 152 EGGS AND BIRDS . The little bird opened his.
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... the moorland , bare and brown , Looks over to the sea : A little maid of lowly birth , But , oh ! of all the girls on earth , The dearest girl to me ! ( 162 ) MY JESSIE . Few summers hath she known : her. OLD IRONSIDES 116 MY JESSIE.
... the moorland , bare and brown , Looks over to the sea : A little maid of lowly birth , But , oh ! of all the girls on earth , The dearest girl to me ! ( 162 ) MY JESSIE . Few summers hath she known : her. OLD IRONSIDES 116 MY JESSIE.
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Samuel Eliot. MY JESSIE . Few summers hath she known : her eyes Are bluer than the summer skies , And brimming o'er ... summer shine and winter snow , As I do , day by day ; Now rising like the lark at morn ; Like Ruth , now gleaming in ...
Samuel Eliot. MY JESSIE . Few summers hath she known : her eyes Are bluer than the summer skies , And brimming o'er ... summer shine and winter snow , As I do , day by day ; Now rising like the lark at morn ; Like Ruth , now gleaming in ...
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... summer days when we were young ; Sweet childish days , that were as long As twenty days are now . WORDSWORTH . THE PRISONER TO A ROBIN WHO CAME TO HIS WINDOW . Welcome ! welcome , little stranger ! Welcome to my lone retreat ! Here ...
... summer days when we were young ; Sweet childish days , that were as long As twenty days are now . WORDSWORTH . THE PRISONER TO A ROBIN WHO CAME TO HIS WINDOW . Welcome ! welcome , little stranger ! Welcome to my lone retreat ! Here ...
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... summer day . " And thou must carry with thee This wheaten cake so fine , This new - made pat of butter , This little flask of wine . " And tell the dear old body , This day I cannot come , For the good man went out yester - morn , And ...
... summer day . " And thou must carry with thee This wheaten cake so fine , This new - made pat of butter , This little flask of wine . " And tell the dear old body , This day I cannot come , For the good man went out yester - morn , And ...
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A. R. Waud Abbot of Aberbrothok Allen-a-Dale baby bless bread bright DAME DUCK'S dear DEATH AND BURIAL doth DUCK'S FIRST LECTURE ducklings Edmonton 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 JOHN GILPIN John Tomkins Kirkley Hall little birdie LITTLE BROTHER little child 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 o'er old arm-chair pray prayer Quoth ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH ROSE round says mamma sing Sir Ralph sleep song spectacles STRANGE LITTLE BOY stream taffrail tell thou canst Three Bells tree turtle-dove Twas unto W. L. Sheppard WARY TROUT well-bred duck wild wind that brings wish youth
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Page 230 - Said Gilpin — So am I ! But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why ? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Page 228 - Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig. 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, Well done!
Page 153 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away.
Page 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.
Page 139 - the breakers roar? For methinks, we should be near the shore." "Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell.
Page 229 - Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! — Here's the house " They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we. are tired!
Page 225 - O'erjoyed was he to find, That, though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was not allowed To drive up to the door, lest all Should say that she was proud.
Page 200 - 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.
Page 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.
Page 167 - In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too : For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.