Golden Numbers: Poems for Children and Young PeopleKate Douglas Smith Wiggin, Nora Archibald Smith Houghton Mifflin, 1902 - 686 sivua |
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... heart . Such treasures of memory " will henceforth no longer be forgettable , de- tachable parts of your mind's furniture , but well - springs of instinct forever . ” KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN . GOLDEN NUMBERS A Chanted Calendar Here is the ...
... heart . Such treasures of memory " will henceforth no longer be forgettable , de- tachable parts of your mind's furniture , but well - springs of instinct forever . ” KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN . GOLDEN NUMBERS A Chanted Calendar Here is the ...
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... heart of Love , the Lord . RALPH WALDO EMERSON . From " May - Day . ” May Then came fair May , the fairest maid on ground , Deck'd all with dainties of her season's pride , And throwing flowers out of her lap around : Upon two ...
... heart of Love , the Lord . RALPH WALDO EMERSON . From " May - Day . ” May Then came fair May , the fairest maid on ground , Deck'd all with dainties of her season's pride , And throwing flowers out of her lap around : Upon two ...
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... being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings , A Chanted Calenda A Chanted Calendar And the heart in her dumb breast [ 11 ] GOLDEN NUMBERS June Weather By James Russell Lowell.
... being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings , A Chanted Calenda A Chanted Calendar And the heart in her dumb breast [ 11 ] GOLDEN NUMBERS June Weather By James Russell Lowell.
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... heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings ; He sings to the wide world , and she to her nest , - In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best ? Now is the high tide of the year , And whatever of life hath ebbed away Comes flooding ...
... heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings ; He sings to the wide world , and she to her nest , - In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best ? Now is the high tide of the year , And whatever of life hath ebbed away Comes flooding ...
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... heart , Healing with peace each bruised part , Till all my being seems to be Transfigured by their purity . 10 . JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE . $ Dirge for the Year 66 Orphan Hours , the Year is dead ! Come and sigh , come and weep ! " 66 ...
... heart , Healing with peace each bruised part , Till all my being seems to be Transfigured by their purity . 10 . JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE . $ Dirge for the Year 66 Orphan Hours , the Year is dead ! Come and sigh , come and weep ! " 66 ...
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Golden Numbers: Poems for Children and Young People Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin Esikatselu ei käytettävissä - 2012 |
Golden Numbers: Poems for Children and Young People Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin,Nora Archibald Smith Esikatselu ei käytettävissä - 1970 |
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Banners are Waving beauty bells bird blow blue bonnie brave breath bright clouds dark dear deep doth drum earth eyes fair fairy Fancy Songs flowers Garden of Girls Glenlogie gold golden grass Green Things Growing hair hame happy Hark hath hear heard heart heaven hill Home and Country horn Inglenook JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Joaquin Miller JOHN KEATS king lady Lady of Shalott land laugh light look Lord LORD TENNYSON loud lullaby maid Mally's Merry Mood morn mountain never night o'er Old Glory PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rain RALPH WALDO EMERSON Reality Romance roar Romance and Reality round sail shine shore sing sleep snow Songs of Fancy soul sound Sports and Pastimes stars steed storm sweet thee thou tree voice wild WILLIAM WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind Wing World and Old
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Sivu 160 - But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...
Sivu 603 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Sivu 210 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Sivu 324 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Sivu 313 - And burst the cannon's roar;— The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee;— The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Sivu 296 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Sivu 181 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Sivu 290 - While the stormy winds do' blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave !— For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
Sivu 27 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening" mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Sivu 153 - Where the great Sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.