Recent Gems of Poetry for Public Readings and RecitationsE.R. Andrews, Printer and bookbinder, 1881 - 214 psl. |
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Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Recent Gems of Poetry– For Public Readings and Recitations (Classic Reprint) Mrs. C. D. Field Peržiūra negalima - 2018 |
Recent Gems of Poetry– For Public Readings and Recitations (Classic Reprint) Mrs. C. D. Field Peržiūra negalima - 2016 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Ahasuerus ALICE CARY Archie Dean ark-ah arms beautiful bird blessed Boatman bobolink brave bugle rang centimes Charlie Charlie Green child cried cupboard dance dark dead dear dolls door dream eyes face father feet fire flash Geneviève girl gold golden grew hair hand Harper's Magazine head hear heard heart heaven horse Jean Ingelow Jeannie McNeal Jim Doyle Katie King kissed Kittie Carrol knee knew lady Lanty laughed Lemvig light lips look Mary morning mother never Newport town night o'er Olaf Old Mother Hubbard pain pearl Phandrig pray prayer rose ROSE TERRY COOKE round Saint Santa Claus shouted smile soul sound stood story sure sweet tears tell thee thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought thro told Twas voice watched wave wild wind word Wren young Zébou Zulus
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99 psl. - I have not loved the world, nor the world me ; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee, — Nor coined my cheek to smiles, — nor cried aloud In worship of an echo ; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such ; I stood Among them, but not of them...
7 psl. - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags — were they purple, his heart had been proud ! We that had loved him so, followed him...
74 psl. - He is but a boy, Unused to fearful scenes ; But, young as he is, he has learned to know The dreadful thing that means. A leak in the dike! The stoutest heart Grows faint that cry to hear, And the bravest man in all the land Turns white with mortal fear. For he knows the smallest leak may grow To a flood in a single night ; And he knows the strength of the cruel sea When loosed in its angry might. And the boy ! He has seen the danger, And, shouting a wild alarm. He forces back the weight of the sea...
124 psl. - If we could push ajar the gates of life, And stand within and all God's working see, We could interpret all this doubt and strife, And for each mystery could find a key!
124 psl. - God's plans like lilies pure and white unfold; . We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart, — Time will reveal the calyxes of gold.
74 psl. - Crying and moaning till the stars Come out for company; He thinks of his brother and sister, Asleep in their safe warm bed; He thinks of his father and mother, Of himself as dying — and dead ; And of how, when the night is over, They must come and find him at last; But he never thinks he can leave the place Where duty holds him fast.
74 psl. - When loosed in its angry might. And the boy! He has seen the danger, And, shouting a wild alarm, He forces back the weight of the sea With the strength of his single arm! He listens for the joyful sound Of a footstep passing nigh; And lays his ear to the ground to catcli The answer to his cry.
77 psl. - Till the fire is out in the chamber there And the little bare feet are cold. Then out of the gathering winter chill, All out of the bitter St. Agnes weather...
73 psl. - An hour above the sea. He was stopping now to gather flowers, Now listening to the sound, As the angry waters dashed themselves Against their narrow bound.