Open Sesame!: Poetry and Prose for School-days, 1 tomasBlanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin Ginn, 1889 |
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... standing- With hasp and padlock and key- Strong as the hands that made it On the other side of the sea . When the winter days are dreary , And we're out of heart with life , Of its crowding cares are weary , And sick of its restless ...
... standing- With hasp and padlock and key- Strong as the hands that made it On the other side of the sea . When the winter days are dreary , And we're out of heart with life , Of its crowding cares are weary , And sick of its restless ...
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... Stands the oaken chest of my fathers , That came from over the sea . The hillside herbs above it Shake odors faint and fine , And here on its lid is a garland To " Elizabeth , aged nine . " For love is of the immortal , And patience is ...
... Stands the oaken chest of my fathers , That came from over the sea . The hillside herbs above it Shake odors faint and fine , And here on its lid is a garland To " Elizabeth , aged nine . " For love is of the immortal , And patience is ...
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... standing by , - its covert thou canst gain . For rain and mountain storms , the like thou needst not fear ; The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here . " Rest , little young one , rest ; thou hast forgot the day When my ...
... standing by , - its covert thou canst gain . For rain and mountain storms , the like thou needst not fear ; The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here . " Rest , little young one , rest ; thou hast forgot the day When my ...
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... stands for all , Shall in thy hands let fall , Thine own . Under Fate's fiat Rest quiet ; Stand fast ! Whate'er God will Of good or ill Is best . THE NOBLE NATURE . BEN JONSON . It is not SENTIMENT AND STORY . 55 Tired of Play Nathaniel ...
... stands for all , Shall in thy hands let fall , Thine own . Under Fate's fiat Rest quiet ; Stand fast ! Whate'er God will Of good or ill Is best . THE NOBLE NATURE . BEN JONSON . It is not SENTIMENT AND STORY . 55 Tired of Play Nathaniel ...
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... standing long an oak three hundred year , To fall a log at last , dry , bald , and sere ; A lily of a day Is fairer far in May , Although it fall and die that night ; It was the plant and flower of Light . In small proportions we just ...
... standing long an oak three hundred year , To fall a log at last , dry , bald , and sere ; A lily of a day Is fairer far in May , Although it fall and die that night ; It was the plant and flower of Light . In small proportions we just ...
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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 |
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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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