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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... FLAG GOES BY . Henry H. Bennett ... 71 ABOU BEN ADEM .. THE COMING OF SPRING .... BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE .... CHRISTMAS BELLS ... EXILE OF ERIN Leigh Hunt .. 73 Nora Perry .... 74 Charles Wolfe .... 76 Henry W. Longfellow 78 Thomas ...
... FLAG GOES BY . Henry H. Bennett ... 71 ABOU BEN ADEM .. THE COMING OF SPRING .... BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE .... CHRISTMAS BELLS ... EXILE OF ERIN Leigh Hunt .. 73 Nora Perry .... 74 Charles Wolfe .... 76 Henry W. Longfellow 78 Thomas ...
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... . Holmes ... 263 Percy B. Shelley .... 265 Oliver W. Holmes ... 267 William Wordsworth 269 William Cowper .. 270 Percy B. Shelley .... 272 Lord Byron ..... .... 277 xiv TITLE HAIL ! COLUMBIA THE AMERICAN FLAG A SONG.
... . Holmes ... 263 Percy B. Shelley .... 265 Oliver W. Holmes ... 267 William Wordsworth 269 William Cowper .. 270 Percy B. Shelley .... 272 Lord Byron ..... .... 277 xiv TITLE HAIL ! COLUMBIA THE AMERICAN FLAG A SONG.
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... FLAG A SONG OF THE CAMP ... BARBARA FRIETCHIE CONCORD HYMN NATHAN HALE ... OLD IRONSIDES . SOLDIER , REST ! ..... SONG OF MARION'S MEN ... ... THE BLUE AND THE GRAY .. THE RISING IN 1776 .. AUTHOR PAGE Joseph Hopkinson ... 283 Joseph R ...
... FLAG A SONG OF THE CAMP ... BARBARA FRIETCHIE CONCORD HYMN NATHAN HALE ... OLD IRONSIDES . SOLDIER , REST ! ..... SONG OF MARION'S MEN ... ... THE BLUE AND THE GRAY .. THE RISING IN 1776 .. AUTHOR PAGE Joseph Hopkinson ... 283 Joseph R ...
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... apple tree Winds and our flag of stripe and star Shall bear to coasts that lie afar , Where men shall wonder at the view , And ask in what fair groves they grew ; 46 PLANTING OF THE APPLE TREE And sojourners beyond the.
... apple tree Winds and our flag of stripe and star Shall bear to coasts that lie afar , Where men shall wonder at the view , And ask in what fair groves they grew ; 46 PLANTING OF THE APPLE TREE And sojourners beyond the.
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... , The lily beside it seemed blurred ; And then they said , " We will toss it in air ; So many blue blossoms grow everywhere , Let this pretty one be a bird ! " SUSAN HARTLEY SWEET . SIXTH YEAR THE FLAG GOES BY HATS off ! Along.
... , The lily beside it seemed blurred ; And then they said , " We will toss it in air ; So many blue blossoms grow everywhere , Let this pretty one be a bird ! " SUSAN HARTLEY SWEET . SIXTH YEAR THE FLAG GOES BY HATS off ! Along.
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Términos y frases comunes
Alice ALICE CARY apple tree arms avenging sword unsheathe Baltic Sea banner battle beauty bells beneath blood blue breath bright Cæsar clouds danger thine dark dead Dear Fatherland doth dreams earth eyes fall fear Firm stand thy flag flowers forever glittering beat golden grass gray green gusset hand hath hear heaven hill ivy green JAMES RUSSELL Lowell JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER land light live LONGFELLOW look Lord MAX SCHNECKENBURGER MEMORY GEMS MINSTREL BOY moon morn mountain name of Old Neckan never night o'er Old Glory peace rain resolved On victory rest river pool rolling rose round SHAKESPEARE shining silence sings smile song sons to watch soul sound stand thy sons star-spangled banner stars sweet tears thee There's THOMAS HOOD thou art toil voice watch the Rhine wave weary wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind woods Work-work-work ye brave
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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!