The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1918, Volumen1H. Holt, 1918 - 4009 páginas |
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... sure to cry . THERE was a man of our town , And he was wondrous wise , He jumped into a bramble bush , And scratched out both his eyes : Mother Goose's Melodies But when he saw his eyes were 34 Poems of Youth and Age Wise.
... sure to cry . THERE was a man of our town , And he was wondrous wise , He jumped into a bramble bush , And scratched out both his eyes : Mother Goose's Melodies But when he saw his eyes were 34 Poems of Youth and Age Wise.
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... sure you do not keep him long A - waiting in the street . Lie softly down , dear little head , Rest quiet , busy hands , Till , by your bed his good - night said , He strews the shining sands . Blue eyes , gray eyes , black eyes , and ...
... sure you do not keep him long A - waiting in the street . Lie softly down , dear little head , Rest quiet , busy hands , Till , by your bed his good - night said , He strews the shining sands . Blue eyes , gray eyes , black eyes , and ...
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... - brake wid his little dog and gun , — Sleep , Kentucky Babe ! ' Possum fo ' yo ' breakfast when yo ' sleepin ' time is done , — Sleep , Kentucky Babe ! Bogie man'll catch yo ' sure unless yo ' close Kentucky Babe Richard Henry Buck.
... - brake wid his little dog and gun , — Sleep , Kentucky Babe ! ' Possum fo ' yo ' breakfast when yo ' sleepin ' time is done , — Sleep , Kentucky Babe ! Bogie man'll catch yo ' sure unless yo ' close Kentucky Babe Richard Henry Buck.
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Bogie man'll catch yo ' sure unless yo ' close yo ' eyes , Waitin ' jes outside de doo ' to take yo ' by surprise : Bes ' be keepin ' shady , Little colored lady , - Close yo ' eyes in sleep . Richard Henry Buck [ 1869- MINNIE AND ...
Bogie man'll catch yo ' sure unless yo ' close yo ' eyes , Waitin ' jes outside de doo ' to take yo ' by surprise : Bes ' be keepin ' shady , Little colored lady , - Close yo ' eyes in sleep . Richard Henry Buck [ 1869- MINNIE AND ...
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... sure we should all be as happy as kings . Robert Louis Stevenson [ 1850-1894 ] WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN A CHILD should always say what's true And speak when he is spoken to , And behave mannerly at table ; At least as far as he is able ...
... sure we should all be as happy as kings . Robert Louis Stevenson [ 1850-1894 ] WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN A CHILD should always say what's true And speak when he is spoken to , And behave mannerly at table ; At least as far as he is able ...
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Página 1558 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 1529 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While .thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Página 259 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace : From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Página 1546 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Página 629 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Página 371 - Behold the child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes ! See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues...
Página 773 - Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! " She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Página 628 - 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. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 1528 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in...
Página 327 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times, still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may...