The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1918, Volumul 1H. Holt, 1918 - 4009 pagini |
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... Birds ' Nesters . " Sing on , Blithe Bird " " I Like Little Pussy " Little Things .. The Little Gentleman . The Crust of Bad . How Doth the Little Busy The Brown Thrush . The Sluggard . Emilie Poulsson . Robert Louis Stevenson . Unknown ...
... Birds ' Nesters . " Sing on , Blithe Bird " " I Like Little Pussy " Little Things .. The Little Gentleman . The Crust of Bad . How Doth the Little Busy The Brown Thrush . The Sluggard . Emilie Poulsson . Robert Louis Stevenson . Unknown ...
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... Birds .. Birds . Sea - Birds . The Little Beach Bird . William Cowper . 1514 Charles Lamb . 1514 Ralph Waldo Emerson . 1515 William Wordsworth . 1517 Thomas Wentworth Higginson 1517 .Alice Freeman Palmer .. 1519 Edgar Fawcett .. 1519 ...
... Birds .. Birds . Sea - Birds . The Little Beach Bird . William Cowper . 1514 Charles Lamb . 1514 Ralph Waldo Emerson . 1515 William Wordsworth . 1517 Thomas Wentworth Higginson 1517 .Alice Freeman Palmer .. 1519 Edgar Fawcett .. 1519 ...
Pagina lii
... Bird The Maryland Yellow - Throat .. Lament of a Mocking - bird .. William Wordsworth . 1541 Walt Whitman . 1542 Henry Van Dyke . 1543 Frances Anne Kemble . 1544 " O Nightingale ! Thou Surely Art ' Philomel . William Wordsworth . 1545 ...
... Bird The Maryland Yellow - Throat .. Lament of a Mocking - bird .. William Wordsworth . 1541 Walt Whitman . 1542 Henry Van Dyke . 1543 Frances Anne Kemble . 1544 " O Nightingale ! Thou Surely Art ' Philomel . William Wordsworth . 1545 ...
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... bird 1 That speaks , yet never says a word ; Upon a cherry tree it sings , Simple as all mysterious things ; Its little life to peck and pipe , As long as cherries ripe and ripe , And minister unto the need Of baby - birds that feed and ...
... bird 1 That speaks , yet never says a word ; Upon a cherry tree it sings , Simple as all mysterious things ; Its little life to peck and pipe , As long as cherries ripe and ripe , And minister unto the need Of baby - birds that feed and ...
Pagina 92
... birds are in the nest , Under mother - bird's soft breast . Over all soft shadows creep- Baby now must go to sleep . Tucking the Baby In : Sleep , my baby , 92 Poems of Youth and Age Curtis Alexander Anderson Alexander Anderson PAGE ...
... birds are in the nest , Under mother - bird's soft breast . Over all soft shadows creep- Baby now must go to sleep . Tucking the Baby In : Sleep , my baby , 92 Poems of Youth and Age Curtis Alexander Anderson Alexander Anderson PAGE ...
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Pagina 1558 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Pagina 1529 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While .thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Pagina 259 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace : From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Pagina 1546 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Pagina 629 - 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. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Pagina 371 - Behold the child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes ! See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues...
Pagina 773 - Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! " She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Pagina 628 - 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.
Pagina 1528 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in...
Pagina 327 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times, still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may...