Poems by Grades: Containing Poems Selected for Each Grade of the School Course, Poems for Each Month, and Memory Gems, Volume 1Scribner's, 1907 - American poetry Poems by American and British poets arranged in sections for grades one through eight. Also includes sections of seasonal and patriotic poems. |
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ALICE CARY ANONYMOUS baby beautiful bees birds blossoms blow blue Blynken Bob-o'-link Bobolink boss boughs breeze bright brook brown brown thrush buzz Caldon-Low CELIA THAXTER chee CHRISTINA G comes coo-coo creeping everywhere dark dear dream earth EUGENE FIeld eyes fairy flowers frost goes golden gray green happy head hear heard heart heaven hush JAMES RUSSELL Lowell JANE TAYLOR Lady Moon laugh light little kittens little sandpiper Little white Lily LONGFELLOW look LUCY LARCOM MARY HOWITT meadow MEMORY GEMS merry morning mother nest never nice night o'er PHOEBE CARY play pretty PROVERB Pussy rain Ring river ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON sail sandpiper shining sing sleep smiles snow soft song Speak gently spider Spink spring stars summer sweet TENNYSON thee There's things thou to-whit VISIT FROM ST warm wind wings winter wood yellow
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Page 235 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 277 - 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.
Page 38 - In works of labour, or of skill, I would be busy too ; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
Page 228 - 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.
Page 213 - I was rich in flowers and trees, Humming-birds and honey-bees; For my sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone : Laughed the brook for my delight, Through the day, and through the night; Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall...
Page 217 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not...
Page 153 - WHEN cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
Page 294 - And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 227 - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
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