This Singing World for Younger Children: Modern PoemsHarcourt, Brace, 1926 - 382 стор. Story poems, animal poems, love poems, nonsense poems, and limericks from such great poets as Browning, Dickinson, Yeats, Frost, Longfellow, Sandburg and mamy others. |
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Ballads beautiful birds blue Blynken boughs Brer Tarrypin Captain captain's gig cried Crossed the Appalachians Danny Deever dark dear door dream earth eyes fairy father fil-a-ma-leener-li Fil-a-ma-looner-leener flowers forest galloped gold gone grass Guy Wetmore Carryl hair head hear heard heart Heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hilda Conkling hill horse janitor's boy Johnny Appleseed King lady laughed leetla light little lamb look Louis Untermeyer mare McClan moon moonlight never night Note o'er play poem poetry poets rhyme ride Robert Robert Frost rode round Rudyard Kipling sail silver singing sleep smile Snark snow song soul stars stood sweet tell thee things Thou trees turned twaddle twaddle twaddle Twas Vachel Lindsay verses W. H. Davies W. S. Gilbert West wild wind wings Words young
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Сторінка 191 - Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!
Сторінка 133 - 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...
Сторінка 339 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate...
Сторінка 329 - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre. Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
Сторінка 60 - THE DAY IS DONE. THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Сторінка 336 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Сторінка 202 - There will I ask of Christ the Lord Thus much for him and me: — Only to live as once on earth With Love, — only to be, As then awhile, for ever now Together, I and he." She gazed and listened and then said, Less sad of speech than mild, —
Сторінка 72 - Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep...
Сторінка 56 - Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.
Сторінка 201 - Herself shall bring us, hand in hand, To Him round whom all souls Kneel, the clear-ranged unnumbered heads Bowed with their aureoles; And angels meeting us shall sing To their citherns and citoles.