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Voices for the Speechless: Selections for Schools and Private Reading
Gedeeltelijke weergave - 2022
Ahura Mazda animals BARRY CORNWALL beast beautiful BELL OF ATRI beneath bless Bobolink brown thrush brutes CELIA THAXTER cheer Cheerily chip Chipperee creatures cried dear DENIS FLORENCE MACCARTHY Division Division II dost doth Draupadi dumb earth eyes faithful fear feet Gelert green H. W. LONGFELLOW happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha horse hound human INDRA kind king knew light little bird Little by little Little lamb living look Lord LUCY LARCOM mercy morning nest never night o'er Ormazd pain pity poor dog Tray Robin round shadow shalt shine sing song sorrow soul sound sparrow spider is spinning spinning his thread steed Stork summer swallow sweet thee thine thing thou thrush toil tree voice wandering weary WILLIAM BLAKE wind wings wood word worm wren's nest ZEND AVESTA
Pagina 23 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense. Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Pagina 236 - 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.
Pagina 102 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Pagina 105 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched- with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
Pagina 83 - — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Pagina 36 - The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Pagina 235 - 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. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell...
Pagina 52 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good.