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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... sound of their shock The waves flowed over the Inchcape Rock ; So little they rose , so little they fell , They did not move the Inchcape Bell . The Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; On a buoy in the storm ...
... sound of their shock The waves flowed over the Inchcape Rock ; So little they rose , so little they fell , They did not move the Inchcape Bell . The Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; On a buoy in the storm ...
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... sound . The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen A darker speck on the ocean green ; Sir Ralph the Rover walked his deck , And he fixed his eyes on the darker speck . He felt the cheering power of spring , It made him whistle , it made ...
... sound . The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen A darker speck on the ocean green ; Sir Ralph the Rover walked his deck , And he fixed his eyes on the darker speck . He felt the cheering power of spring , It made him whistle , it made ...
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Samuel Eliot. Down sank the bell with a gurgling sound , The bubbles rose and burst around ; Quoth Sir Ralph , " The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok . " Sir Ralph the Rover sailed away , He scoured the ...
Samuel Eliot. Down sank the bell with a gurgling sound , The bubbles rose and burst around ; Quoth Sir Ralph , " The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok . " Sir Ralph the Rover sailed away , He scoured the ...
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... sound ; the swell is strong ; Though the wind hath fallen they drift along , Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock : — " O Christ ! it is the Inchcape Rock ! " 66 Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair , And beat his breast in his ...
... sound ; the swell is strong ; Though the wind hath fallen they drift along , Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock : — " O Christ ! it is the Inchcape Rock ! " 66 Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair , And beat his breast in his ...
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... sound I hear ? " " May I not in the worship share , And raise to Heaven my evening prayer ? " Where'er the hills and valleys blend , The sounds of prayer and praise ascend . ” " My child , a prayer yours cannot be : You've only said ...
... sound I hear ? " " May I not in the worship share , And raise to Heaven my evening prayer ? " Where'er the hills and valleys blend , The sounds of prayer and praise ascend . ” " My child , a prayer yours cannot be : You've only said ...
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A. R. Waud Abbot of Aberbrothok Allen-a-Dale baby begins to blow bird bless bread bright brown dear doth ducklings Edmonton eyes 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 JANE TAYLOR JOHN GILPIN John Tomkins Kirkley Hall little birdie LITTLE BROTHER 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 Nose o'er old arm-chair play pray prayer Quoth ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH ROSE round says mamma sing Sir Ralph sleep spectacles stream summer taffrail tell thou canst Three Bells tree turtle-dove TURTLE-DOVE'S NEST Twas unto W. L. Sheppard WARY TROUT well-bred duck wild wind that brings wish wood youth
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Page 231 - 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.
Page 227 - His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed ! But, finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat. So, Fair and softly...
Page 137 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring, It made him whistle, it made him sing; His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the priest of Aberbrothok.
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 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 228 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till loop and button failing both At last it flew away.
Page 200 - One midst the forests of the West By a dark stream is laid, The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. 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 227 - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more.
Page 170 - More motionless ! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again ! This plot of Orchard-ground is Ours ; My trees they are, my Sister's flowers ; Here rest your wings when they are weary, Here lodge as in a sanctuary ! Come often to us, fear no wrong ; Sit near us on the bough ! We'll talk of sunshine and of song ; And summer days when we were young ; Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now.
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.