The Blodgett Readers by Grades, Bücher 6

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Seite 201 - When did music come this way? Children dear, was it yesterday? •Children dear, was it yesterday (Call yet once) that she went away? Once she sate with you and me, On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea, And the youngest sate on her knee. She combed its bright hair, and she tended it well, When down swung the sound of a far-off bell.
Seite 235 - Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings, Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past ! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from Heaven with a. dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea...
Seite 138 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Seite 200 - Margaret ! Margaret ! Come dear children, come away down. Call no more. One last look at the white-walled town, And the little grey church on the windy shore, Then come down. She will not come though you call all day. Come away, come away. Children dear, was it yesterday...
Seite 193 - T is enough for us now that the leaves are green ; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing...
Seite 201 - I must go, for my kinsfolk pray In the little gray church on the shore to-day. 'Twill be Easter-time in the world — ah me ! And I lose my poor soul, Merman ! here with thee...
Seite 235 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Seite 137 - The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee; A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company.
Seite 193 - How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell, We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing. The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near. That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing. That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by...
Seite 234 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.

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