Chimes for Childhood: A Collection of Songs for Little OnesLee and Shepard, 1868 - Всего страниц: 208 |
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... breath , And in his waving hair , And looked from that lone post of death In still , yet brave despair , - And shouted but once more aloud , " My father ! must I stay ? " While o'er him fast , through sail and shroud , The wreathing ...
... breath , And in his waving hair , And looked from that lone post of death In still , yet brave despair , - And shouted but once more aloud , " My father ! must I stay ? " While o'er him fast , through sail and shroud , The wreathing ...
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... breath of the summer air ; And sweetest the golden autumn day In silence and sunshine glides away . Yet fair as thou art , thou shunnest to glide , Beautiful stream ! by the village side , But windest away from the haunts of men , To ...
... breath of the summer air ; And sweetest the golden autumn day In silence and sunshine glides away . Yet fair as thou art , thou shunnest to glide , Beautiful stream ! by the village side , But windest away from the haunts of men , To ...
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... Breath of each little pool ; The fevered brain Grows calm again , And he breathes a blessing on the rain . From the neighboring school Come the boys , With more than their wonted noise And commotion ; And down the wet streets Sail their ...
... Breath of each little pool ; The fevered brain Grows calm again , And he breathes a blessing on the rain . From the neighboring school Come the boys , With more than their wonted noise And commotion ; And down the wet streets Sail their ...
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... upspringing , Speaks to my soul From out Nature's great heart ; From the dark cloud Flows the life - giving shower ; From the rough sod Blows the soft breathing flower ; 140 LABOR . From the small insect , The rich ( 139 )
... upspringing , Speaks to my soul From out Nature's great heart ; From the dark cloud Flows the life - giving shower ; From the rough sod Blows the soft breathing flower ; 140 LABOR . From the small insect , The rich ( 139 )
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... , " Cut away the mast ! " So we shuddered there in silence ; For the stoutest held his breath , While the hungry sea was roaring And the breakers talked of death . THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER . 151 As thus we sat in. ( 150 ) •
... , " Cut away the mast ! " So we shuddered there in silence ; For the stoutest held his breath , While the hungry sea was roaring And the breakers talked of death . THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER . 151 As thus we sat in. ( 150 ) •
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Стр. 33 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall-stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Стр. 76 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one...
Стр. 93 - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Стр. 64 - Speak, father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Стр. 94 - The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! that was the reason (as all men know. In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night. Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Стр. 116 - Gave a lustre of midday to objects below; When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick! More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by name: "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away,...
Стр. 142 - Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican, Let the million-dollared ride! Barefoot, trudging at his side, Thou hast more than he can buy In the reach of ear and eye, — Outward sunshine, inward joy: Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!
Стр. 63 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form. The flames rolled on — he would not go, Without his father's word ; That father, faint in death below, His voice no longer heard. He called aloud...
Стр. 118 - He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread...
Стр. 150 - WE were crowded in the cabin, Not a soul would dare to sleep, — It was midnight on the waters, And a storm was on the deep. 'Tis a fearful thing in winter To be shattered by the blast, And to hear the rattling trumpet Thunder, "Cut away the mast!