Poems for MemorizingWhitaker & Ray, 1901 - 204 pages |
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... fall of the snow . Ah , what would the world be to us If the children were no more ? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before . What the leaves are to the forest , With light and air for food , Ere their sweet and ...
... fall of the snow . Ah , what would the world be to us If the children were no more ? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before . What the leaves are to the forest , With light and air for food , Ere their sweet and ...
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... fall when the earth is dry , And not go sailing round away up in the sky . " And old Grandma Lightning , flitting to and fro , 66 Said , What were you made for , I would like to know , That you spend your precious time sailing all ...
... fall when the earth is dry , And not go sailing round away up in the sky . " And old Grandma Lightning , flitting to and fro , 66 Said , What were you made for , I would like to know , That you spend your precious time sailing all ...
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... fall and rest When I come down to the baby's nest ? Where shall my finger touch remain . When I awaken your babe again ? " Silent the mother sat and dwelt Long in the sweet delay of choice And then by her baby's side she knelt , And ...
... fall and rest When I come down to the baby's nest ? Where shall my finger touch remain . When I awaken your babe again ? " Silent the mother sat and dwelt Long in the sweet delay of choice And then by her baby's side she knelt , And ...
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... . -Samuel F. Smith . DON'T GIVE UP . If you've tried and have not won , Never stop for crying ; All that's great and good is done Just by patient trying . For Memorizing Though young birds , in flying , fall 56 Poems Don't Give.
... . -Samuel F. Smith . DON'T GIVE UP . If you've tried and have not won , Never stop for crying ; All that's great and good is done Just by patient trying . For Memorizing Though young birds , in flying , fall 56 Poems Don't Give.
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Alice Rose Power. For Memorizing Though young birds , in flying , fall , Still their wings grow stronger ; And the next time they can keep Up a little longer . Though the sturdy oak has known Many a blast that bowed her , She has risen ...
Alice Rose Power. For Memorizing Though young birds , in flying , fall , Still their wings grow stronger ; And the next time they can keep Up a little longer . Though the sturdy oak has known Many a blast that bowed her , She has risen ...
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Page 127 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Page 176 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe — Such boasting as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law — Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Lest wo forget — lest we forget!
Page 47 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
Page 128 - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea...
Page 99 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Page 148 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Page 101 - The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 125 - We look before and after And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 151 - WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Page 146 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.