Easy poetry, selected poems for schools and familiesJames Cornwell 1870 |
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... DHU Scott . 142 NEVER DESPAIR Landor Elliot 143 · 144 TO THE BRAMBLE FLOWER The Poets of the United States have Am . ( i . e . , American ) put after their names . EASY POETRY . THE MONTHS . JANUARY brings the snow viii CONTENTS .
... DHU Scott . 142 NEVER DESPAIR Landor Elliot 143 · 144 TO THE BRAMBLE FLOWER The Poets of the United States have Am . ( i . e . , American ) put after their names . EASY POETRY . THE MONTHS . JANUARY brings the snow viii CONTENTS .
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... brings the rain , Thaws the frozen lake again ; March brings breezes loud and shrill , Stirs the dancing daffodil ; April brings the primrose sweet , Scatters daisies at our feet ; May brings flocks of pretty lambs , Skipping by their ...
... brings the rain , Thaws the frozen lake again ; March brings breezes loud and shrill , Stirs the dancing daffodil ; April brings the primrose sweet , Scatters daisies at our feet ; May brings flocks of pretty lambs , Skipping by their ...
Side 10
James Cornwell. Dull November brings the blast , Then the leaves are whirling fast ; Chill December brings the sleet , Blazing fire and Christmas treat . SARA COLERIDGE , 1803-1852 . THE SPRING MORNING . GET up , little sister , the ...
James Cornwell. Dull November brings the blast , Then the leaves are whirling fast ; Chill December brings the sleet , Blazing fire and Christmas treat . SARA COLERIDGE , 1803-1852 . THE SPRING MORNING . GET up , little sister , the ...
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... bring you other toys . MARY L. DUNCAN . THE SNAKE AND THE KITTENS . CLOSE by the threshold of a door nailed fast , Three kittens sat ; each kitten looked aghast . I , passing swift and inattentive by , At the three kittens cast a ...
... bring you other toys . MARY L. DUNCAN . THE SNAKE AND THE KITTENS . CLOSE by the threshold of a door nailed fast , Three kittens sat ; each kitten looked aghast . I , passing swift and inattentive by , At the three kittens cast a ...
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... bring Wet earth , and straw , and leaves . Day after day she toiled With patient heart ; but ere her work was crowned , Some sad mishap the tiny fabric spoiled , And dashed it to the ground . She found the ruin wrought : Yet not cast ...
... bring Wet earth , and straw , and leaves . Day after day she toiled With patient heart ; but ere her work was crowned , Some sad mishap the tiny fabric spoiled , And dashed it to the ground . She found the ruin wrought : Yet not cast ...
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apple tree beautiful beneath birds Bishop Hatto blessed bloom blow blue bough breath bright CHARLES MACKAY cheerful child cottage cried daisies dear door doth ELIZA COOK eyes fair father FELICIA HEMANS flowers gleam grace grew happy prisoners hare HARE AND TORTOISE hath hear heard heart heaven holiday hour Inchcape Inchcape Rock JACK AND JANE JAMES MERRICK JANE TAYLOR king kiss kittens ladies lambs leaves light look Lord Lucy Gray merry merry heart morn mother mountain nest never night o'er play pleasant poor prayer pretty puss quoth rain ROBERT SOUTHEY rose round seen shines sigh sing sleep smile snow song sound Speak gently spring stars storm summer sweet tear tell thee thing thou thrush Tis green TOM HOOD tortoise Twas violet voice waves wild wind wood young youth
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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.