Poetry for ChildrenSamuel Eliot Houghton, 1879 - 327 A poetry anthology used by the Boston Public Schools in the late 1800's. |
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Strona 13
... green ! " And down by the weaver's croft I stole , To see if the flax were high ; But I saw the weaver at his gate , With the good news in his eye ! Now this is all I heard , mother , And all that I did see ; So , prithee , make my bed ...
... green ! " And down by the weaver's croft I stole , To see if the flax were high ; But I saw the weaver at his gate , With the good news in his eye ! Now this is all I heard , mother , And all that I did see ; So , prithee , make my bed ...
Strona 19
... green . " But Master Tommy Rook , With a very saucy look , Perched on a twig , and plumed his jetty breast ; Still talking all the while , In a very pompous style , Of doing just what he might like the bes 20 THE DEATH OF MASTER TOMMY ...
... green . " But Master Tommy Rook , With a very saucy look , Perched on a twig , and plumed his jetty breast ; Still talking all the while , In a very pompous style , Of doing just what he might like the bes 20 THE DEATH OF MASTER TOMMY ...
Strona 20
... chattered out , " Don't care ! don't care ! don't care ! " And off he flew with glee , From his brothers in the tree , And lighted on the field so green and fair . He hopped about , and found All pleasant things around.
... chattered out , " Don't care ! don't care ! don't care ! " And off he flew with glee , From his brothers in the tree , And lighted on the field so green and fair . He hopped about , and found All pleasant things around.
Strona 34
... green , Where , in the days agone , Bright hues were seen . Wild pinks are slumbering , Violets delay ; True little Dandelion Greeteth the May . Brave little Dandelion ! Fast falls the snow , Bending the daffodil's Haughty head low ...
... green , Where , in the days agone , Bright hues were seen . Wild pinks are slumbering , Violets delay ; True little Dandelion Greeteth the May . Brave little Dandelion ! Fast falls the snow , Bending the daffodil's Haughty head low ...
Strona 35
... , In her white shroud , Heareth the angel - breeze Call from the cloud ! Tiny plumes fluttering Make no delay ; Little winged Dandelion Soareth away . HELEN B. BOSTWICK THE VIOLET . Down in a green and shady bed LITTLE DANDELION . 35.
... , In her white shroud , Heareth the angel - breeze Call from the cloud ! Tiny plumes fluttering Make no delay ; Little winged Dandelion Soareth away . HELEN B. BOSTWICK THE VIOLET . Down in a green and shady bed LITTLE DANDELION . 35.
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Allen-a-Dale angel baby BATTLE OF BLENHEIM Bay of Biscay beneath bird blessed blow bright BRIXHAM Caldon-Low child cried dark dead dear death DORA GREENWELL doth E. H. Garrett eyes F. T. Merrill fair fairy father flowers Garrett and Merrill gone good-night grass grave gray green GREENWOOD TREE hand hath haunted spring head hear heard heart heaven Inchcape Rock John Barleycorn JOHN GILPIN Kirkley Hall kissed lamb laugh light little birdie little Dandelion Little white Lily LLEWELLYN Lochinvar looked Mabel Mary MARY HOWITT MIDSUMMER DAY morning mother nest never night o'er play pray pretty Queen quoth Robin ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH rose round sail sigh sing sleep smiled snow song sweet tell thee There's thou Three Bells tree Twas TWINKLE unto VISIT FROM ST voice waves wild wind Winstanley young
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Strona 106 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face. That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Strona 232 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware. So, turning to his horse, he said — I am in haste to dine; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Strona 164 - Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee?
Strona 106 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide,- And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Strona 224 - That's well said; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnished with our own, Which is both bright and clear. John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife; 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 allow'd To drive up to the door, lest all Should say that she was proud.
Strona 111 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
Strona 241 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they ? I pray you tell.
Strona 122 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?
Strona 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.
Strona 55 - The Reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.