Child Life: A Collection of PoemsJohn Greenleaf Whittier J. R. Osgood, 1872 - 263 pages An anthology of poems by nineteenth-century authors from various countries about the experiences of childhood. |
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... Stood By My Side” (2019). At the age of 17 years, he is a National Record Holder and currently India's Youngest writer and CEO of a Publishing House. He explains that he measures his success as an author by his ability to “Help people ...
... Stood By My Side” (2019). At the age of 17 years, he is a National Record Holder and currently India's Youngest writer and CEO of a Publishing House. He explains that he measures his success as an author by his ability to “Help people ...
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Alex Trost, Vadim Kravetsky. Paintings That Stood the Test of Time: Top 100 Copyright ©2013 A&V All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever ... Stood the Test of Time: Top 100.
Alex Trost, Vadim Kravetsky. Paintings That Stood the Test of Time: Top 100 Copyright ©2013 A&V All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever ... Stood the Test of Time: Top 100.
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... Stood Up In is ] a happy evening's read and a tantalizing mental challenge to those of us who , like the Ransomes ... Stood Up In ] is a book of many more levels of meaning than first impression might suggest . " -JONATHAN YARDLEY , The ...
... Stood Up In is ] a happy evening's read and a tantalizing mental challenge to those of us who , like the Ransomes ... Stood Up In ] is a book of many more levels of meaning than first impression might suggest . " -JONATHAN YARDLEY , The ...
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... STOOD. STILL. Copyright © 2015 Lori Copeland, Inc. Published by Harvest House Publishers Eugene, Oregon 97402 www.harvesthousepublishers.com Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Copeland, Lori. My heart stood still / Lori ...
... STOOD. STILL. Copyright © 2015 Lori Copeland, Inc. Published by Harvest House Publishers Eugene, Oregon 97402 www.harvesthousepublishers.com Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Copeland, Lori. My heart stood still / Lori ...
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Sephardic Poetry of the Holocaust. And the World Stood Silent Sephardic Poetry of the Holocaust Translated and with commentaries by Isaac Jack Lévy University of Illinois Press Urbana and Chicago Illini Books edition , 2000 © 1989 by the ...
Sephardic Poetry of the Holocaust. And the World Stood Silent Sephardic Poetry of the Holocaust Translated and with commentaries by Isaac Jack Lévy University of Illinois Press Urbana and Chicago Illini Books edition , 2000 © 1989 by the ...
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Page 164 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light!
Page 210 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Page 209 - Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother ; And, in the church-yard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 240 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case." Said John, "It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.
Page 97 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 238 - Were shatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke, As they had basted been. But still he seem'd to carry weight, With leathern girdle braced ; For all might see the bottle-necks, Still dangling at his waist.
Page 164 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 237 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, at last it flew away. Then might all people well discern the bottles he had slung; A bottle swinging at each side, as hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out,
Page 143 - Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St.
Page 131 - Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; Sing thy songs of happy cheer!" So I sang the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. "Piper, sit thee down and write In a book, that all may read.