Poems that Every Child Should Know: A Selection of the Best Poems of All Times for Young PeopleMary Elizabeth Burt |
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... face is like an angel's face , I'm glad she has no wings . " NAE shoon to hide her tiny taes . Nae stockin ' on her feet ; Her supple ankles white as snaw , Or early blossoms sweet . Her simple dress o ' sprinkled pink , Her double ...
... face is like an angel's face , I'm glad she has no wings . " NAE shoon to hide her tiny taes . Nae stockin ' on her feet ; Her supple ankles white as snaw , Or early blossoms sweet . Her simple dress o ' sprinkled pink , Her double ...
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... face , For it always dreaded a family row ! ( Now mind : I'm only telling you What the old Dutch clock declares is true ! ) The Chinese plate looked very blue , And wailed , " Oh , dear ! what shall we do ! " But the gingham dog and the ...
... face , For it always dreaded a family row ! ( Now mind : I'm only telling you What the old Dutch clock declares is true ! ) The Chinese plate looked very blue , And wailed , " Oh , dear ! what shall we do ! " But the gingham dog and the ...
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... face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat , He earns whate'er he can , And looks the whole world in the face , For he owes not any man . Week in , week out , from morn till night , You can hear his bellows blow ; You can ...
... face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat , He earns whate'er he can , And looks the whole world in the face , For he owes not any man . Week in , week out , from morn till night , You can hear his bellows blow ; You can ...
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... face and a little round belly , That shook when he laughed , like a bowlful of jelly . He was chubby and plump , a right jolly old elf , And I laughed when I saw him , in spite of myself ; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head ...
... face and a little round belly , That shook when he laughed , like a bowlful of jelly . He was chubby and plump , a right jolly old elf , And I laughed when I saw him , in spite of myself ; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head ...
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... faces turning ; Here Captain ! dear father ! This arm beneath your head ! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead . My Captain does not answer , his lips are pale and still , My father does not feel my arm , he has ...
... faces turning ; Here Captain ! dear father ! This arm beneath your head ! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead . My Captain does not answer , his lips are pale and still , My father does not feel my arm , he has ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON apple-tree bells beneath bird blew blow Blynken Bob-o'-link brave breath Burns Captain chee child Clampherdown Clusium cried Cusha dark dead dear death door EBENEZER COBHAM BREWER Eugene Field eyes fast father FELICIA HEMANS fight flag flowers glory hand hath hear heard heart heaven Horatius Inchcape Inchcape Rock ivy green John King Krinken land Lars Porsena laughed leaves light Little White Lily LONGFELLOW looked Lord moon morn never Nevermore night o'er old Kentucky home poem poet Pussy quoth ring Robert Robert Burns ROBERT SOUTHEY rolling rose round RUDYARD KIPLING sail shining ship shore sing sleep smiled song soul Spink stand star-spangled banner stars stood storm summer sweet tear tell thee thou tree Twas twinkle uppe voice wave wild WILLIAM WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
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Page 66 - 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.
Page 301 - Laertes' head. And these few precepts in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel ; but being in, Bear't, that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice :...
Page 103 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 105 - 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,
Page 83 - They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye "Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure...
Page 270 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 179 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 133 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 227 - Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, Tis of the wave and not the rock ; Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Page 301 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.