Poetry for Home and SchoolG. P. Putnam's sons, 1881 - 320 strán (strany) |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 5 z 45.
Strana 7
... heaven ; I've said my 66 " " seven times over and over , Seven times one are seven . I am old , so old , I can write a letter ; My birthday lessons are done ; The lambs play always , they know no better ; They are only one times one . O ...
... heaven ; I've said my 66 " " seven times over and over , Seven times one are seven . I am old , so old , I can write a letter ; My birthday lessons are done ; The lambs play always , they know no better ; They are only one times one . O ...
Strana 8
... heaven . Little girl Mary sits rocking away In her own low seat , like some winsome fay ; Two doll babies her kisses share , And another one lies by the side of her chair ; May is as fair as the morning dew , Cheeks of roses , and ...
... heaven . Little girl Mary sits rocking away In her own low seat , like some winsome fay ; Two doll babies her kisses share , And another one lies by the side of her chair ; May is as fair as the morning dew , Cheeks of roses , and ...
Strana 39
... heaven He doth look down each day , And sees whate'er thou doest ; And hears what thou dost say ! " Thus spoke his tender mother ; And on an evening bright , When the red , round sun descended ' Mid clouds of crimson light , Again the ...
... heaven He doth look down each day , And sees whate'er thou doest ; And hears what thou dost say ! " Thus spoke his tender mother ; And on an evening bright , When the red , round sun descended ' Mid clouds of crimson light , Again the ...
Strana 40
... heaven Thou shalt roam with me at will , And of bright fruits celestial Thou shalt have , dear child , thy fill ! " Thus tenderly and kindly The fair child Jesus spoke ; And full of careful musings , The anxious mother woke . And thus ...
... heaven Thou shalt roam with me at will , And of bright fruits celestial Thou shalt have , dear child , thy fill ! " Thus tenderly and kindly The fair child Jesus spoke ; And full of careful musings , The anxious mother woke . And thus ...
Strana 59
... heaven's deep blue , We'll traverse the azure waves , the herds Of the dread sea - horse to view . We'll pass the shores of solemn pine , Where wolves and black bears prowl , And away to the rocky isles of mist , To rouse the Northern ...
... heaven's deep blue , We'll traverse the azure waves , the herds Of the dread sea - horse to view . We'll pass the shores of solemn pine , Where wolves and black bears prowl , And away to the rocky isles of mist , To rouse the Northern ...
Iné vydania - Zobraziť všetky
Časté výrazy a frázy
Alfred Tennyson beauty bells Belshazzar beneath birds bishop of Hereford blow bob-o'-link bold bower brave breath bright Camelot chee child clouds cried dark dead dear deep dost doth dream Earl earth eyes fair fairy father fear flowers fly away home G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS Gilpin green happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Inchcape Rock Ivy green king Lady of Shalott Lady-bird land leaves light Little white Lily live look Lord loud Lycidas maiden meadow merry moon morning mother mountain never night o'er Queen quoth Ring Robin Hood rock rose round Samian wine shore silent sing sleep smile snow song soul sound Spink stars stormy stream summer sweet tell thee thou art thought tree Twas unto voice waves wild William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind wings wood young youth
Populárne pasáže
Strana 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...
Strana 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!
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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 ?
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...