Open Sesame!: Poetry and Prose for School-days, 1 tomasBlanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin Ginn, 1889 |
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... blowing keen . And if , Mamma , you ask of me the reason of his singing , It is because the sun is out and all the leaves are green . Thus each performs his part , Mamma , the birds have found their voices , The blowing rose a flush ...
... blowing keen . And if , Mamma , you ask of me the reason of his singing , It is because the sun is out and all the leaves are green . Thus each performs his part , Mamma , the birds have found their voices , The blowing rose a flush ...
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... blowing over The red - blossomed clover , Made her thrill with delight from her head to her feet ; And a voice , sweet and rare , whispered low in the air , " See that beautiful , beautiful child sitting there ! " Thrice blessed little ...
... blowing over The red - blossomed clover , Made her thrill with delight from her head to her feet ; And a voice , sweet and rare , whispered low in the air , " See that beautiful , beautiful child sitting there ! " Thrice blessed little ...
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... blow , Or thunder shook the sky , Whilst you were in your boat , yo ho ! What could I do but cry ? " Then he said , " I'll be a soldier , With a delightful gun , And I'll come home with a wooden leg , As heroes have often done . " She ...
... blow , Or thunder shook the sky , Whilst you were in your boat , yo ho ! What could I do but cry ? " Then he said , " I'll be a soldier , With a delightful gun , And I'll come home with a wooden leg , As heroes have often done . " She ...
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... blowing in the spring ! The stooping bough above me , The wandering bee to love me , The fern and moss to creep across , And the Elm - tree for our king ! Nay , stay ! I wish I were an Elm - tree , A great lofty Elm - tree , with green ...
... blowing in the spring ! The stooping bough above me , The wandering bee to love me , The fern and moss to creep across , And the Elm - tree for our king ! Nay , stay ! I wish I were an Elm - tree , A great lofty Elm - tree , with green ...
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... blow mild On this new - born child ! Spirit of the autumn wood , Make her gentle , make her good ! Still attend her , And befriend her , Fill her days with warmth and color ; Keep her safe from winter's dolor . On thy bosom Hide this ...
... blow mild On this new - born child ! Spirit of the autumn wood , Make her gentle , make her good ! Still attend her , And befriend her , Fill her days with warmth and color ; Keep her safe from winter's dolor . On thy bosom Hide this ...
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Open Sesame!– Poetry and Prose for School-days, 1 tomas Blanche Wilder Bellamy,Maud Wilder Goodwin Visos knygos peržiūra - 1889 |
Open Sesame!– Poetry and Prose for School Days, 1 tomas Blanche Wilder Bellamy Visos knygos peržiūra - 1890 |
Open Sesame! Poetry and Prose for School-Days, 2 tomas Blanche Wilder Bellamy Peržiūra negalima - 2012 |
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a-begging Æsop ALFRED TENNYSON ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE angel ANONYMOUS Barum beautiful bird blow blue boughs bright child CHRISTINA G Christmas cold cried curls dark dear little doll doth dream eyes fair fairy father feet flowers fly away home forever golden good-night green hair hand hath head hear heart heaven JOHN KEBLE King kiss Lady Moon lady-bird lamb land light Little mamma Little white Lily live look maid MARY HOWITT merry morning mother never night nose o'er old oaken bucket pipe play Polly poor pray pretty Queen rain rest River Robin rose round Saint Swithun sandpiper shining sing skies sleep smile soft song star-spangled banner stars summer sweet tell thee There's thine things thou tree twas watch Where's my baby WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
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