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... Heart's in the Highlands ......... To a Field Mouse ....................... To a Mountain Daisy .. BYRON , LORD . The Destruction of Sennacherib .. The Isles of Greece .. ..... 54 29 176 ....... 140 307 148 CAMPBELL , THOMAS . Glenara ...
... Heart's in the Highlands ......... To a Field Mouse ....................... To a Mountain Daisy .. BYRON , LORD . The Destruction of Sennacherib .. The Isles of Greece .. ..... 54 29 176 ....... 140 307 148 CAMPBELL , THOMAS . Glenara ...
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... . * 2 THE OLD MAN IN THE WOOD . There was an old man who lived in a wood , As you shall plainly see ; He thought he could do more work in one day Than his wife could do in three . " With all my heart , " the old dame.
... . * 2 THE OLD MAN IN THE WOOD . There was an old man who lived in a wood , As you shall plainly see ; He thought he could do more work in one day Than his wife could do in three . " With all my heart , " the old dame.
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Anna Callender Brackett Ida M. Eliot. " With all my heart , " the old dame said ; " And if you will allow , You shall stay at home to - day , And I'll go follow the plow . " But you must milk the tiny cow , Lest she should go quite dry ...
Anna Callender Brackett Ida M. Eliot. " With all my heart , " the old dame said ; " And if you will allow , You shall stay at home to - day , And I'll go follow the plow . " But you must milk the tiny cow , Lest she should go quite dry ...
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... heart's delight . " And the mother - sheep and the little one , Side by side lay down in the sun , And they went to sleep on the hillside warm , While my little lammie lies here on my arm . I went to the kitchen , and what did I see But ...
... heart's delight . " And the mother - sheep and the little one , Side by side lay down in the sun , And they went to sleep on the hillside warm , While my little lammie lies here on my arm . I went to the kitchen , and what did I see But ...
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... heart , And time enough to be gay The Junior class will bring , In lieu of all supplies , Eight little fingers and two little thumbs For the making of pretty sand pies . The Senior class , a mouth For strawberries and cream , A nose ...
... heart , And time enough to be gay The Junior class will bring , In lieu of all supplies , Eight little fingers and two little thumbs For the making of pretty sand pies . The Senior class , a mouth For strawberries and cream , A nose ...
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Poetry for Home and School Anna Callender 1836-1911 Brackett, Ed,Ida M. Joint Ed Eliot No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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 ?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...