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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... green mother frog And her little froggies nine . " Croak ! " said the mother ; " We croak , " said the nine : So they croaked , and they plashed . Where the clear pools shine . Over in the meadow , In a sly little den , Lived a gray ...
... green mother frog And her little froggies nine . " Croak ! " said the mother ; " We croak , " said the nine : So they croaked , and they plashed . Where the clear pools shine . Over in the meadow , In a sly little den , Lived a gray ...
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... Green leaves a - floating Castles of the foam , Boats of mine a - boating- Where will all come home ? On goes the river And out past the mill , Away down the valley , Away down the hill . Away down the river , A hundred miles or more ...
... Green leaves a - floating Castles of the foam , Boats of mine a - boating- Where will all come home ? On goes the river And out past the mill , Away down the valley , Away down the hill . Away down the river , A hundred miles or more ...
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... , Where the grass was green ; Covered by the snowflakes , Not a blade is seen . Now the bare black bushes All look soft and white , Every twig is laden , — What a pretty sight ! ANONYMOUS . HOW THE LEAVES CAME DOWN " I'LL ' LL tell 86.
... , Where the grass was green ; Covered by the snowflakes , Not a blade is seen . Now the bare black bushes All look soft and white , Every twig is laden , — What a pretty sight ! ANONYMOUS . HOW THE LEAVES CAME DOWN " I'LL ' LL tell 86.
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... green bell ! And show me your nest , with the young ones in it , — I will not steal it away ; I am old ! you must trust me , linnet , linnet , — I am seven times one today . JEAN INGELOW . 655973 99 THE CHESTNUT BURR A WEE little nut ...
... green bell ! And show me your nest , with the young ones in it , — I will not steal it away ; I am old ! you must trust me , linnet , linnet , — I am seven times one today . JEAN INGELOW . 655973 99 THE CHESTNUT BURR A WEE little nut ...
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... green ground ; It must do its part so the world might know It had tried one little seed to sow . And soon the house that had kept it warm Was tossed about by the autumn storm , The stem was cracked , the old house fell , And the ...
... green ground ; It must do its part so the world might know It had tried one little seed to sow . And soon the house that had kept it warm Was tossed about by the autumn storm , The stem was cracked , the old house fell , And the ...
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Poems by Grades: Containing Poems Selected for Each Grade of the School ... Charles Benajah Gilbert,Ada Van Stone Sin vista previa disponible - 2023 |
Términos y frases comunes
ALICE CARY ANONYMOUS baby beautiful bees birds blossoms blow blue Blynken Bob-o'-link Bobolink boss boughs breeze bright brook brown brown thrush buzz Caldon-Low CELIA THAXTER chee CHRISTINA G comes coo-coo creeping everywhere dark dear dream earth EUGENE FIeld eyes fairy flowers frost goes golden gray green happy head hear heard heart heaven hush JAMES RUSSELL Lowell JANE TAYLOR Lady Moon laugh light little kittens little sandpiper Little white Lily LONGFELLOW look LUCY LARCOM MARY HOWITT meadow MEMORY GEMS merry morning mother nest never nice night o'er PHOEBE CARY play pretty PROVERB Pussy rain Ring river ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON sail sandpiper shining sing sleep smiles snow soft song Speak gently spider Spink spring stars summer sweet TENNYSON thee There's things thou to-whit VISIT FROM ST warm wind wings winter wood yellow
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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...