Evenings with Grandpa, Parte2D.C. Heath, 1913 |
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... SWEET HOME . Robert Loveman • Lillian Gask • J. Howard Paine SAMSON ULYSSES POEM : POEM : TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN POEM : OCTOBER'S BRIGHT BLUE WEATHER POEM : LIFE'S MIRROR THE PATH TO FAERY SONG : I MET A LITTLE ELFMAN THE ADVENTURES OF ...
... SWEET HOME . Robert Loveman • Lillian Gask • J. Howard Paine SAMSON ULYSSES POEM : POEM : TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN POEM : OCTOBER'S BRIGHT BLUE WEATHER POEM : LIFE'S MIRROR THE PATH TO FAERY SONG : I MET A LITTLE ELFMAN THE ADVENTURES OF ...
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... sweet dream to ers that gave sit in the All the fragrance of ro - ses and hear the bird's song . That bow'r and its mu- sic I summer , when summer was gone ! Thus mem - o - ry draws from de - never forget , But oft when a lone in the ...
... sweet dream to ers that gave sit in the All the fragrance of ro - ses and hear the bird's song . That bow'r and its mu- sic I summer , when summer was gone ! Thus mem - o - ry draws from de - never forget , But oft when a lone in the ...
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... sweet . When rain falls , part of the water trickles down deeper because of the holes . Some plants grow faster when their roots find the smooth little tunnels in which they may spread and branch . The deaf and dumb and blind little ...
... sweet . When rain falls , part of the water trickles down deeper because of the holes . Some plants grow faster when their roots find the smooth little tunnels in which they may spread and branch . The deaf and dumb and blind little ...
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... sweet showers came trickling through the soil which he had helped to make . " So the worm helps the farmer , ” said Ben . " Yes , " replied Grandpa , " without him the farmer would be in a bad way . " " Suppose we go in and have a ...
... sweet showers came trickling through the soil which he had helped to make . " So the worm helps the farmer , ” said Ben . " Yes , " replied Grandpa , " without him the farmer would be in a bad way . " " Suppose we go in and have a ...
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... sweet ' My father ! ' from these dumb And cold lips , Absalom ! 12. " The grave hath won thee . I shall hear the gush Of music , and the voices of the young ; And life shall pass me in the mantling blush , And the dark tresses to the ...
... sweet ' My father ! ' from these dumb And cold lips , Absalom ! 12. " The grave hath won thee . I shall hear the gush Of music , and the voices of the young ; And life shall pass me in the mantling blush , And the dark tresses to the ...
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Absalom adjectives apples Arkansaw Asgard asked beautiful began Belle Bingen birds blue Bosephus Bragi Brock burrow called captain Copy creature cried Cyclops Dvalin earth earthworm Eurylochus exclaimed eyes father fell fiddle flew Freya frost giants garden gave Geshur girl goddess gods gold golden ground hair hammer hand head hear heard heart Heinzelmännchen hole Horatio Iduna Joab Lady of Stavoren land lassie laughed Loki looked Maggie Miölnir morning mother never night noun Odin palace Philistines Phonic review play poem Polyphemus replied Grandpa Rhine ring Samson sentence ship Sindre sing Son-of-the-Wind song soon stanza Stavoren stood supper sweet TEACHER Telemachus Test the pupils thee thing Thor thought Thrym told took Ulysses walked wild geese wonderful words worm wriggled
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Página 357 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow : You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Página 346 - A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers: There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears...
Página 291 - Hagar, putting it on her shoulder, and the child, and sent her away: and she departed, and wandered in the wilderness of Beersheba. And the water was spent in the bottle, and she cast the child under one of the shrubs.
Página 18 - THE night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
Página 273 - 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 274 - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more ; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.
Página 123 - Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue, That openest, when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night. Thou comest not when violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. 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...
Página 53 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells ; The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that...
Página 358 - 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 80 - The soldiers of the king trod to and fro. Clad in the garb of battle ; and their chief. The mighty Joab, stood beside the bier, And gazed upon the dark pall steadfastly, As if he feared the slumberer might stir.