Poems by Grades: Containing Poems Selected for Each Grade of the School Course, Poems for Each Month, and Memory Gems, Volumen1Scribner's, 1907 Poems by American and British poets arranged in sections for grades one through eight. Also includes sections of seasonal and patriotic poems. |
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... everywhere that Mary went , The lamb was sure to go . He followed her to school one day , - That was against the rule ; It made the children laugh and play , To see a lamb at school . And so the teacher turned him out , But still he ...
... everywhere that Mary went , The lamb was sure to go . He followed her to school one day , - That was against the rule ; It made the children laugh and play , To see a lamb at school . And so the teacher turned him out , But still he ...
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... everywhere into here . Where did you get your eyes so blue ? Out of the sky as I came through . What makes the light in them sparkle and spin ? Some of the starry spikes left in . Where did you get that little tear ? I found it waiting ...
... everywhere into here . Where did you get your eyes so blue ? Out of the sky as I came through . What makes the light in them sparkle and spin ? Some of the starry spikes left in . Where did you get that little tear ? I found it waiting ...
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... everywhere , Down sped the leaflets through the air . I saw them ; on the ground they lay , Golden and red , a huddled swarm , Waiting till one from far away , prayer , White bedclothes heaped upon her arm , Should come to wrap them ...
... everywhere , Down sped the leaflets through the air . I saw them ; on the ground they lay , Golden and red , a huddled swarm , Waiting till one from far away , prayer , White bedclothes heaped upon her arm , Should come to wrap them ...
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... everywhere to go ; Through forest , field , or garden , Ask no leave or pardon , Till winter comes with icy thumbs To ruffle up our wing ! Well - tell ! Where should I fly to , Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell ? Before a day ...
... everywhere to go ; Through forest , field , or garden , Ask no leave or pardon , Till winter comes with icy thumbs To ruffle up our wing ! Well - tell ! Where should I fly to , Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell ? Before a day ...
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... everywhere . Here I come creeping , creeping everywhere ; All around the open door , Where sit the aged poor , Here where the children play , In the bright , merry May , I come creeping , creeping everywhere . Here I come creeping ...
... everywhere . Here I come creeping , creeping everywhere ; All around the open door , Where sit the aged poor , Here where the children play , In the bright , merry May , I come creeping , creeping everywhere . Here I come creeping ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALICE CARY baby barefoot boy beautiful birds blossoms blow blue Blynken Bob-o'-link Bobolink boss boughs bright brook brown brown thrush buzz Caldon-Low CELIA THAXTER chee CHRISTINA G comes coo-coo creeping everywhere dark dear earth EUGENE FIELD eyes fairy flowers frost goes golden gray green happy head hear heard heart heaven JANE TAYLOR JOHN KEBLE Lady Moon laugh light lilies Little by little LONGFELLOW look LUCY LARCOM LYDIA MARIA CHILD MARY HOWITT meadow MEMORY GEMS merry morning mother nest never night o'er PHOEBE CARY play pretty Ring river ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Robert of Lincoln sail sandpiper shining silent sing sleep snow song Speak gently spider Spink spring stars summer sweet TENNYSON thee There's things thou to-whit twinkle VISIT FROM ST warm Winding and grinding wings winter wood yellow Yooooooo
Pasajes populares
Página 235 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Página 277 - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Página 38 - In works of labour, or of skill, I would be busy too ; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
Página 228 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Página 213 - I was rich in flowers and trees, Humming-birds and honey-bees; For my sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone : Laughed the brook for my delight, Through the day, and through the night; Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall...
Página 217 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not...
Página 153 - WHEN cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
Página 294 - And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Página 227 - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
Página 190 - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather...