Little-folk LyricsHoughton Mifflin, 1892 - 88 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Abdul Allah ANEMONE August barren tree birds blossoms blue sky boughs branches bright bring brooks butterflies cage carols Cherry ripe clouds comes crocus bud daisies dance darkness falls day long diadem dream drink earth elfin elves fairy silver bell fetters fast flowers fragrant funny garden glees Golden sun good-night grass ground harp hear heard hide honey-bees icicles Janus jewel JUGGLER June KITE lamps Lightly lisping breeze Listen LITTLE-FOLK LYRICS LUTE March meadows merry minstrel Month when summer morning morning's light murmur Music floats night o'er Omar and Hassán once orchard's overhead parrot play rain rat-ta rhyme ROBIN rose sapphire seems shadow sheep shine sing skies sleep smile snow SNOW-BIRD snowflakes song spin Spring stars Sultan Summer lies sweet tell There's never tinkle tiny Tis the water town Trembling leaves Vizier warm whisper winds that blow winter WINTER'S ACROBATS WIZARD FROST world anew
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Página 17 - March (holding out a little trumpet) March is merry, March is mad, March is gay and March is sad; March is Spring's own trumpeter, Hailing us to welcome her. Act. Girls enter jumping rope.
Página 78 - THE SNOWBIRD When all the ground with snow is white, The merry snowbird comes, And hops about with great delight To find the scattered crumbs. How glad he seems to get to eat A piece of cake or bread! He wears no shoes upon his feet, No hat upon his head! But happiest is he, I know, Because no cage with bars Keeps him from walking in the snow And printing it with stars. — Frank Dempster Sherman.
Página 20 - May May shall make the world anew; Golden sun and silver dew, Money minted in the sky, Shall the earth's new garments buy. May shall make the orchards bloom; And the blossoms' fine perfume Shall set all the honey-bees Murmuring among the trees. May shall make the bud appear Like a jewel, crystal clear, 'Mid the leaves upon the limb Where the robin lilts his hymn. May shall make the wild flowers tell Where the shining snowflakes fell; Just as though each snowflake's heart, By some secret, magic art,...
Página 26 - Who shall sing to bleak November, Month of frost and glowing ember ? Is there nothing then to praise In these thirty chilly days ? Ah, but who shall lack for song When the nights are still and long ; When beside the logwood fire We may hear the wood-elves' choir, Making dainty music float Up the big brick chimney's throat ; When within the flames and smoke We may see the fairy folk, Coming hither, going thither, Vanishing, we know not whither — Or perhaps they all depart To the forest's frozen...
Página 33 - Spring is the morning of the year, And summer is the noontide bright ; The autumn is the evening clear That comes before the winter's night. And in the evening, everywhere' Along the roadside, up and down, I see the golden torches flare Like lighted street-lamps in the town. I think the butterfly and bee, From distant meadows coming back, Are quite contented when they see These lamps along the homeward track.
Página 59 - TIT of the sky they come, Wandering down the air. Some to the roofs, and some Whiten the branches bare ; Some in the empty nest, Some on the ground below, Until the world is dressed All in a gown of snow ; Dressed in a fleecy gown Out of the snowflakes spun ; Wearing a golden crown, Over her head the sun. Out of the sky again Ghosts of the flowers that died Visit the earth, and then Under the white drifts hide.
Página 32 - At evening when I go to bed I see the stars shine overhead; They are the little daisies white That dot the meadow of the night. And often while I'm dreaming so, Across the sky the Moon will go; It is a lady, sweet and fair, Who comes to gather daisies there.
Página 28 - The Adoration of the Wise Men Saw you never in the twilight, When the sun had left the skies, Up in heaven the clear stars shining, Through the gloom like silver eyes ? So of old the wise men watching, Saw a little stranger...
Página 24 - Here's a lyric for September, Best of all months to remember; Month when summer breezes tell What has happened wood and dell, Of the joy the year has brought, And the changes she has wrought. She has turned the verdure red; In the blue sky overhead, She the harvest moon has hung, Like a silver boat among Shoals of stars — bright jewels set In the earth's blue coronet; She has brought the orchard's fruit To repay the robin's flute, Which has gladdened half the year With a music, liquid clear; And...
Página 50 - I often sit and wish that I Could be a kite up in the sky, And ride upon the breeze and go Whichever way I chanced to blow.