Open Sesame!: Poetry and Prose for School-days, Zväzok 1Blanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin Ginn, 1889 |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 51.
Strana vii
... Hands , A Baby's Shoes .... Ballad of St. Swithin's Day , A Ballad of the Thrush . Bannockburn Battle of Blenheim , The Baucis and Philemon Before Sedan .... Bird , The ... Birthday Week , The . Bivouac of the Dead , The . Blind Boy ...
... Hands , A Baby's Shoes .... Ballad of St. Swithin's Day , A Ballad of the Thrush . Bannockburn Battle of Blenheim , The Baucis and Philemon Before Sedan .... Bird , The ... Birthday Week , The . Bivouac of the Dead , The . Blind Boy ...
Strana x
... Hands . Little Fay , The .... Little Goose , A Little Kittie Little Mamma . Little Moments . Little Nurse , The .. Little Orphant Annie .. Little Things . Lorraine .. Lost Doll , The Lullaby , A Lullaby , A Old English . 299 Old Song ...
... Hands . Little Fay , The .... Little Goose , A Little Kittie Little Mamma . Little Moments . Little Nurse , The .. Little Orphant Annie .. Little Things . Lorraine .. Lost Doll , The Lullaby , A Lullaby , A Old English . 299 Old Song ...
Strana 5
... hand on the hand of the angel She laid , and her touch sufficed ; Turned was the key in the portal , Fell ringing the golden bar ; And lo ! in the little child's fingers Stood the SENTIMENT AND STORY 5.
... hand on the hand of the angel She laid , and her touch sufficed ; Turned was the key in the portal , Fell ringing the golden bar ; And lo ! in the little child's fingers Stood the SENTIMENT AND STORY 5.
Strana 8
... hands , for our souls to live in . " ELIZABETH , AGED NINE . " MAGARET E. SANGSTER . OUT of the way in a corner Of our dear old attic room , Where bunches of herbs from the hillside Shake ever a faint perfume , An oaken chest is ...
... hands , for our souls to live in . " ELIZABETH , AGED NINE . " MAGARET E. SANGSTER . OUT of the way in a corner Of our dear old attic room , Where bunches of herbs from the hillside Shake ever a faint perfume , An oaken chest is ...
Strana 9
... hands dimpled , And a childish sunny head ; For here in cross and tent stitch , In a wreath of berry and vine , She worked it a hundred years ago , " Elizabeth , aged nine . " In and out in the sunshine The little needle flashed , And ...
... hands dimpled , And a childish sunny head ; For here in cross and tent stitch , In a wreath of berry and vine , She worked it a hundred years ago , " Elizabeth , aged nine . " In and out in the sunshine The little needle flashed , And ...
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Open Sesame!: Poetry and Prose for School Days, Zväzok 1 Blanche Wilder Bellamy Úplné zobrazenie - 1890 |
Časté výrazy a frázy
a-begging Æsop ALFRED TENNYSON ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE angel ANONYMOUS Barum beautiful bird blow blue boughs bright child CHRISTINA G Christmas cold cried curls dark dear little doll doth dream eyes fair fairy father feet flowers fly away home forever golden good-night green hair hand hath head hear heart heaven JOHN KEBLE King kiss Lady Moon lady-bird lamb land light Little mamma Little white Lily live look maid MARY HOWITT merry morning mother never night nose o'er old oaken bucket pipe play Polly poor pray pretty Queen rain rest River Robin rose round Saint Swithun sandpiper shining sing skies sleep smile soft song star-spangled banner stars summer sweet tell thee There's thine things thou tree twas watch Where's my baby WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
Populárne pasáže
Strana 173 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there! She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle-bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land!
Strana 293 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Strana 209 - And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day, in the city of David, a Savior, which is Christ the Lord...
Strana 117 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Strana 172 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Strana 122 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...
Strana 199 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Strana 200 - Blest with victory and peace, may the heavenrescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just; And this be our motto :
Strana 199 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Strana 173 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.