The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four Parts, 第 1-2 卷C. Scribner & Company, 1868 |
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... SPRING VOICES . YAW , caw ! " says the crow , CAW Spring has come again , I know ; For , as sure as I am born , There's a farmer planting corn . I shall breakfast there , I trow , Ere his corn begins to grow . " " Quack , quack ! " says ...
... SPRING VOICES . YAW , caw ! " says the crow , CAW Spring has come again , I know ; For , as sure as I am born , There's a farmer planting corn . I shall breakfast there , I trow , Ere his corn begins to grow . " " Quack , quack ! " says ...
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... spring about , And gather juicy fruits , Or on the mossy ground they run To dig for wholesome roots . The monkey loves her little one , She holds it on her arm , Or lets it sit upon her back To keep it safe from harm . Now let us give ...
... spring about , And gather juicy fruits , Or on the mossy ground they run To dig for wholesome roots . The monkey loves her little one , She holds it on her arm , Or lets it sit upon her back To keep it safe from harm . Now let us give ...
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... spring - time , To tell of sunny hours . While the trees are leafless , While the fields are bare , Buttercups and Daisies Spring up everywhere . Little hardy flowers , Like to children poor , Playing in their sturdy health , By their ...
... spring - time , To tell of sunny hours . While the trees are leafless , While the fields are bare , Buttercups and Daisies Spring up everywhere . Little hardy flowers , Like to children poor , Playing in their sturdy health , By their ...
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... spring - time Of sunny hours to tell , Speaking to our hearts of Him Who doeth all things well . XXXVII . WHY DOLLY CANNOT READ . D OLLY , can you read ? Now pray tell me why You cannot - I'm sure You are older than I. Here's a ...
... spring - time Of sunny hours to tell , Speaking to our hearts of Him Who doeth all things well . XXXVII . WHY DOLLY CANNOT READ . D OLLY , can you read ? Now pray tell me why You cannot - I'm sure You are older than I. Here's a ...
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... spring , A sweet little robin ; she came there to sing ; ' The tune that she sang , it was prettier far Than ever was heard on the flute or guitar . Her wings she was spreading to soar far away ; Then resting a moment , seemed sweetly ...
... spring , A sweet little robin ; she came there to sing ; ' The tune that she sang , it was prettier far Than ever was heard on the flute or guitar . Her wings she was spreading to soar far away ; Then resting a moment , seemed sweetly ...
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angel beautiful beneath bird blessed blue brave breast breath bright brow Caldon Low cheer child clouds cried dark dear death deep doth earth Eliza Cook eyes face fair father fear feet flowers Frances Anne Kemble glory glow golden green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre jackdaw Katydid kiss lady land Leigh Hunt light lips LITTLE ROBIN REDBREASTS live look Lord Mary Howitt merry morning mother mountain ne'er never night o'er ocean Pixies poor pray prayer rest rose round sail Samian wine shine shore sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound stars stood sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thing Thomas Hood thou thought tree Twas voice waves weary ween weep wild wind wings Winthrop Mackworth Praed word
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第275页 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
第54页 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
第182页 - 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!
第217页 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
第240页 - 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.
第331页 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
第192页 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
第181页 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, a<s the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
第255页 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown : This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
第273页 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.