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50 cents Alfred apple-tree bell beneath birds blossoms blow blue Blynken Bob-o'-link boughs breath bright brown Caldon-Low Celia Thaxter chee child CHRISTINA G cried dark dear earth eyes fairy flowers FRANK DEMPSTER Gilpin Good-night grass gray green hath hear heard heart heaven heigh Helen Hunt Jackson Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hiawatha hill Lady Moon Lady-bird land laugh leaves light little Gustava LORD TENNYSON loud lulla lullaby March merry morning mother nest never night Nokomis o'er Piccola pipe Piper rain Ralph Waldo Emerson rats Ring river Robert Herrick Robert Louis Stevenson Robin roses Rossetti round sail shining silent sing sleep snow song Spink spring stars steed summer sweet thee THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH thou thrush tree waves wild WILLIAM ALLINGHAM William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind wings winter wood Wynken yellow young Lochinvar
Page 217 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case." Said John, "It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.
Page 98 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold; Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 96 - To you, in David's town, this day Is born, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : — 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Page 143 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Page 205 - Eske river where ford there was none ; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 46 - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel ; And the former called the latter " Little Prig. Bun replied, " You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track ; Talents differ ; all is well and wisely put ; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither...
Page 158 - THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN. AT the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a thrush that sings loud — it has sung for three years ; Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the bird. Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
Page 218 - Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before.
Page 60 - And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them ; and they were sore afraid.
Page 193 - LINCOLN Merrily swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink. spank, spink ; Snug and safe is that nest of ours, Hidden among the summer flowers. Chee, chee, chee.