Poetry for Home and SchoolG. P. Putnam's sons, 1881 - 320 من الصفحات |
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... clear pools shine , Lived a green mother - frog And her little froggies nine . " Croak ! " said the mother ; " We croak , " said the nine : So they croaked , and they plashed , Where the clear pools shine . Over in the meadow , In a sly ...
... clear pools shine , Lived a green mother - frog And her little froggies nine . " Croak ! " said the mother ; " We croak , " said the nine : So they croaked , and they plashed , Where the clear pools shine . Over in the meadow , In a sly ...
الصفحة 8
... clear green bell . And show me your nest with the young ones in it ; I will not steal them away ; I am old ! you may trust me , linnet , linnet— I am seven times one to - day . .7 . Jean Ingelow . BEAUTIFUL GRANDMAMMA . Grandmamma sits ...
... clear green bell . And show me your nest with the young ones in it ; I will not steal them away ; I am old ! you may trust me , linnet , linnet— I am seven times one to - day . .7 . Jean Ingelow . BEAUTIFUL GRANDMAMMA . Grandmamma sits ...
الصفحة 13
... when you want a drink ? " The kittens waited a moment to think , And then the answer came clear and loud- You ought to have heard how those kittens meow'd ! " Very well . ' Tis the same with a For Home and School . 13.
... when you want a drink ? " The kittens waited a moment to think , And then the answer came clear and loud- You ought to have heard how those kittens meow'd ! " Very well . ' Tis the same with a For Home and School . 13.
الصفحة 20
... clear off any sooner Because you scold and frown ? And wouldn't it be nicer For you to smile than pout , And so make sunshine in the house When there is none without ? Anonymous . Suppose your task , my little man , Is very 20 Poetry.
... clear off any sooner Because you scold and frown ? And wouldn't it be nicer For you to smile than pout , And so make sunshine in the house When there is none without ? Anonymous . Suppose your task , my little man , Is very 20 Poetry.
الصفحة 23
... their feet ; The frogs begin to ripple A music clear and sweet . And buttercups are coming , And scarlet columbine , And in the sunny meadows The dandelions shine . And just as many daisies As their soft hands can For Home and School . 233.
... their feet ; The frogs begin to ripple A music clear and sweet . And buttercups are coming , And scarlet columbine , And in the sunny meadows The dandelions shine . And just as many daisies As their soft hands can For Home and School . 233.
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Alfred Tennyson beauty bells Belshazzar beneath birds bishop of Hereford blow bob-o'-link bold bower brave breath bright Camelot chee child clouds cried dark dead dear deep dost doth dream Earl earth eyes fair fairy father fear flowers fly away home G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS Gilpin green happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Inchcape Rock Ivy green king Lady of Shalott Lady-bird land leaves light Little white Lily live look Lord loud Lycidas maiden meadow merry moon morning mother mountain never night o'er Queen quoth Ring Robin Hood rock rose round Samian wine shore silent sing sleep smile snow song soul sound Spink stars stormy stream summer sweet tell thee thou art thought tree Twas unto voice waves wild William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind wings wood young youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 289 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
الصفحة 275 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
الصفحة 182 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...
الصفحة 291 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
الصفحة 243 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
الصفحة 177 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
الصفحة 154 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
الصفحة 87 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
الصفحة 172 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
الصفحة 276 - 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 we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...