The Cambridge Book of Poetry for ChildrenKenneth Grahame University Press, 1962 - 235 pages |
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... WIND AND THE FISHERMAN WHEN the wind is in the East , ' Tis neither good for man or beast ; When the wind is in the North , The skilful fisher goes not forth ; When the wind is in the South , It blows the bait in the fish's mouth ; When ...
... WIND AND THE FISHERMAN WHEN the wind is in the East , ' Tis neither good for man or beast ; When the wind is in the North , The skilful fisher goes not forth ; When the wind is in the South , It blows the bait in the fish's mouth ; When ...
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Kenneth Grahame. BLOW , WIND , BLOW BLOW , wind , blow ! and go , mill , go ! That the miller may grind his corn ; That the baker may take it and into rolls make it , And send us some hot in the morn . I HAVE A LITTLE SISTER I have a ...
Kenneth Grahame. BLOW , WIND , BLOW BLOW , wind , blow ! and go , mill , go ! That the miller may grind his corn ; That the baker may take it and into rolls make it , And send us some hot in the morn . I HAVE A LITTLE SISTER I have a ...
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... WIND IN A FROLIC THE wind one morning sprang up from sleep , Saying , " Now for a frolic ! now for a leap ! Now for a madcap galloping chase ! I'll make a commotion in every place ! " So it swept with a bustle right through a great town ...
... WIND IN A FROLIC THE wind one morning sprang up from sleep , Saying , " Now for a frolic ! now for a leap ! Now for a madcap galloping chase ! I'll make a commotion in every place ! " So it swept with a bustle right through a great town ...
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A. A. MILNE Avès baby bells birds Blow high blow low Blynken bonny coasts bower brave bright Camelot cloud Clusium coasts of Barbary cried dance dead dear deep doth dream earth Echo eyes fairy father ferry float flowers gleam glory green hand Hark hath hear heard heart heaven hill Horatius JOAQUIN MILLER KENNETH GRAHAME Kilmeny King ladies gay Lady of Shalott land Lars Porsena laugh light Little lamb Lochinvar look look'd LORD TENNYSON loud lulla maids merry moon morning never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY poem Ring river ROBERT HERRICK Robin Rome rose round sailed Samian wine silent silver sing sleep smile snow song soul sound spake stars steed stood stream sweet sword thee thou Tournament towers town tree voice W. H. DAVIES waves wild WILLIAM BLAKE wind wood Wynken