Easy Poetry: a First Book of Selected Poems for Schools and Families1870 - 144 pages |
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... THINGS Sara Coleridge 9 Lady F. Hastings 10 Taylor 11 12 13 14 MY LITTLE BROTHER Duncan 15 SNAKE AND THE KITTENS , THE Cowper 15 VILLAGE GREEN , THE Taylor 17 EVENING PRAYER Coleridge 18 WORM , THE Gisborne 18 HOLIDAY , THE FORETHOUGHT ...
... THINGS Sara Coleridge 9 Lady F. Hastings 10 Taylor 11 12 13 14 MY LITTLE BROTHER Duncan 15 SNAKE AND THE KITTENS , THE Cowper 15 VILLAGE GREEN , THE Taylor 17 EVENING PRAYER Coleridge 18 WORM , THE Gisborne 18 HOLIDAY , THE FORETHOUGHT ...
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... things are merry and glad , Good children should never be lazy and sad ; For God gives us daylight , dear sister ; that we May rejoice like the lark , and may work like the bee . LADY FLORA HASTINGS , DIED 1839 . EMPLOYMENT . " WHO'LL ...
... things are merry and glad , Good children should never be lazy and sad ; For God gives us daylight , dear sister ; that we May rejoice like the lark , and may work like the bee . LADY FLORA HASTINGS , DIED 1839 . EMPLOYMENT . " WHO'LL ...
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... robin Has no gift of speech , Yet he can a lesson To the children teach ; Still to trust that blessings Will be rightly given , When they ask their Father For their bread from heaven . COMMON THINGS . THE sunshine is a glorious thing , 13.
... robin Has no gift of speech , Yet he can a lesson To the children teach ; Still to trust that blessings Will be rightly given , When they ask their Father For their bread from heaven . COMMON THINGS . THE sunshine is a glorious thing , 13.
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James Cornwell. COMMON THINGS . THE sunshine is a glorious thing , That comes alike to all , Lighting the peasant's lowly cot , The noble's painted hall . The moonlight is a gentle thing ; It through the window gleams Upon the snowy ...
James Cornwell. COMMON THINGS . THE sunshine is a glorious thing , That comes alike to all , Lighting the peasant's lowly cot , The noble's painted hall . The moonlight is a gentle thing ; It through the window gleams Upon the snowy ...
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... . Tom Hood , and inserted by permission of Messrs . Cassell , Petter , and Galpin . LITTLE THINGS . And when he trotted off to school 20 EASY POETRY . Tom Hood USE OF FLOWERS, OLD GREY THRUSH CAMEL'S NOSE, FOOLISH MOUSIKIN,
... . Tom Hood , and inserted by permission of Messrs . Cassell , Petter , and Galpin . LITTLE THINGS . And when he trotted off to school 20 EASY POETRY . Tom Hood USE OF FLOWERS, OLD GREY THRUSH CAMEL'S NOSE, FOOLISH MOUSIKIN,
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Page 122 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 67 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons...
Page 122 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 60 - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel; And the former called the latter ' Little Prig.' Bun replied, ' You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track ; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither...
Page 25 - Not blither is the mountain roe: With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow, That rises up like smoke. The storm came on before its time: She wandered up and down; And many a hill did Lucy climb: But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They...
Page 134 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 107 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Page 130 - O God ! methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now ; To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, — How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 81 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain. And thus it chanced, as I divine, With Roland and Sir Leoline. Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother...
Page 137 - twas a famous victory! "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly ; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.