Poems by Grades: Containing Poems Selected for Each Grade of the School Course, Poems for Each Month, and Memory Gems, Volumen2Scribner's, 1907 Poems by American and British poets arranged in sections for grades one through eight. Also includes sections of seasonal and patriotic poems. |
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... BLUE JAY .... John Howard Payne 61 63 Shakespeare ... 64 ... Susan Hartley Sweet 66 SIXTH YEAR THE FLAG GOES BY .... Henry H. Bennett ... 71 ABOU BEN ADEM .. Leigh Hunt .... 73 THE COMING OF SPRING .... Nora Perry ... 74 BURIAL OF SIR ...
... BLUE JAY .... John Howard Payne 61 63 Shakespeare ... 64 ... Susan Hartley Sweet 66 SIXTH YEAR THE FLAG GOES BY .... Henry H. Bennett ... 71 ABOU BEN ADEM .. Leigh Hunt .... 73 THE COMING OF SPRING .... Nora Perry ... 74 BURIAL OF SIR ...
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... BLUE AND THE GRAY ... THE RISING IN 1776 ... THE STAR - Spangled Banner . WAR - SONG ..... WARREN'S ADDRESS .. ... • AUTHOR PAGE Joseph Hopkinson ... 283 ... Oliver W. Holmes ... 297 298 Walter Scott . . . . . William C. Bryant .. 300 ...
... BLUE AND THE GRAY ... THE RISING IN 1776 ... THE STAR - Spangled Banner . WAR - SONG ..... WARREN'S ADDRESS .. ... • AUTHOR PAGE Joseph Hopkinson ... 283 ... Oliver W. Holmes ... 297 298 Walter Scott . . . . . William C. Bryant .. 300 ...
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... blue above , and the blue below , And silence whereso'er I go ; If a storm should come and awake the deep , What matter ? I should ride and sleep . I love ( Oh ! how I love ) to ride On the fierce , foaming , bursting tide , When every ...
... blue above , and the blue below , And silence whereso'er I go ; If a storm should come and awake the deep , What matter ? I should ride and sleep . I love ( Oh ! how I love ) to ride On the fierce , foaming , bursting tide , When every ...
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... blue eye , But still he answered , with a sigh , Excelsior ! " Beware the pine tree's withered branch , Beware the awful avalanche ! " This was the peasant's last good - night , A voice replied far up the height , Excelsior ! At break ...
... blue eye , But still he answered , with a sigh , Excelsior ! " Beware the pine tree's withered branch , Beware the awful avalanche ! " This was the peasant's last good - night , A voice replied far up the height , Excelsior ! At break ...
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... blue heavens look glad , And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground ? There are notes of joy from the hang - bird and wren , And the gossip of swallows through all the sky ; The ground squirrel gladly chirps by his den , And the ...
... blue heavens look glad , And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground ? There are notes of joy from the hang - bird and wren , And the gossip of swallows through all the sky ; The ground squirrel gladly chirps by his den , And the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALICE BRAND ALICE CARY apple tree banner BARBARA FRIETCHIE battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty bells beneath bird blood blue brave breath bright brow Brutus Cæsar clouds dark dead dear death deer doth dream earth eyes fall fear flag flowers forever gleam golden grass gray green hand hath hear heart heaven hill ivy green JAMES RUSSELL Lowell JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Lady Clare land light live Lochinvar LONGFELLOW look Lord loud MEMORY GEMS morn mother mountain Neckan nest never night o'er Old Glory OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES peace rain rest Rhine rolling rose round sail SHAKESPEARE shining silence sings sleep smile song sorrow soul sound star-spangled banner stars steed stood storm sweet tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art to-morrow toil twas voice wave wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind woods WREN'S NEST
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Página 181 - 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.
Página 221 - HEAR the sledges with the bells— Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Página 174 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Página 213 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Página 186 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
Página 190 - To you, in David's town, this day " Is born of David's line " The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; " And this shall be the sign. " The heavenly Babe you there shall find " To human view displayed, " All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
Página 310 - O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there: O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Página 99 - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
Página 279 - 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.
Página 264 - While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings — 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!