The Children's First [-third] Book of Poetry, Libro 2Emilie Kip Baker American Book Company, 1915 |
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Página 33
... hair , yet swarthy skin , No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin , But lips where smiles went out and in ; There was no guessing his kith and kin : And nobody could enough admire The tall man and his quaint attire . * * * * He advanced to ...
... hair , yet swarthy skin , No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin , But lips where smiles went out and in ; There was no guessing his kith and kin : And nobody could enough admire The tall man and his quaint attire . * * * * He advanced to ...
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... hair was as white as snow , But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye ; And he sang every night as he went to bed ; " Let us be happy down here below : The living should live , though the dead be dead , " Said the jolly old pedagogue ...
... hair was as white as snow , But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye ; And he sang every night as he went to bed ; " Let us be happy down here below : The living should live , though the dead be dead , " Said the jolly old pedagogue ...
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... hair , Leaving its tenderest kisses there , On the jolly old pedagogue's jolly old crown : And , feeling the kisses , he smiled , and said , 66 ' Twas a glorious world , down here below ; Why wait for happiness till we are dead ? " Said ...
... hair , Leaving its tenderest kisses there , On the jolly old pedagogue's jolly old crown : And , feeling the kisses , he smiled , and said , 66 ' Twas a glorious world , down here below ; Why wait for happiness till we are dead ? " Said ...
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... hair . A whisper , and then a silence : Yet I know by their merry eyes , They are plotting and planning together , To take me by surprise . A sudden rush from the stairway , A sudden raid from the hall ! By three doors left unguarded ...
... hair . A whisper , and then a silence : Yet I know by their merry eyes , They are plotting and planning together , To take me by surprise . A sudden rush from the stairway , A sudden raid from the hall ! By three doors left unguarded ...
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... hair . The lily - white doe Lord Ronald had brought Leapt up from where she lay , Dropt her head in the maiden's hand , And follow'd her all the way . Down stept Lord Ronald from his tower : " O Lady Clare , you shame your worth ! Why ...
... hair . The lily - white doe Lord Ronald had brought Leapt up from where she lay , Dropt her head in the maiden's hand , And follow'd her all the way . Down stept Lord Ronald from his tower : " O Lady Clare , you shame your worth ! Why ...
Términos y frases comunes
Abbot ALFRED TENNYSON Allen-a-Dale Bishop Hatto blow blue bold Bonnie Dundee bonny boat breeze bright Canute chime cried dead dear door eyes fair galloped Gilpin gold gray green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Highlands hill horse Inchcape Rock JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL John jolly old pedagogue King kissed ladies gay Lady Clare land laughed light lived Lochinvar Lord Lovel loud Margaret merry moon morning mother Nancybell ne'er never night Noroway o'er OLD BALLAD old Kentucky home oysterman peddler pipe Piper pleasant Sabbath bells quoth Ralph Waldo Emerson rats ride rime ring roar ROBERT SOUTHEY rode round sails ship shore sing Sir Patrick Spens SIR WALTER SCOTT smile Song Spring steed STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER sweet tell thee thou town tree Twas Waiting the judgment waves weary wee penknife wild wind young Lochinvar Young Waters
Pasajes populares
Página 204 - And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Página 113 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Página 214 - The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Página 54 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar ; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Página 210 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Página 116 - And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see?
Página 203 - The sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — " The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Página 217 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Página 78 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 209 - The western wave was all a-flame. The day was well nigh done! Almost upon the western wave Rested the broad bright Sun; When that strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the Sun. And straight the Sun was flecked with bars, (Heaven's Mother send us grace!) As if through a dungeon-grate he peered With broad and burning face.