First (Second) poetry book, selected and arranged by C. Geikie, Volume 1John Cunningham Geikie 1878 |
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... round the skies : When , from the chamber of the east , His morning race begins , He never tires , nor stops to rest , But round the world he shines . So , like the sun , would I fulfil The business1 of the day ; Begin my work betimes ...
... round the skies : When , from the chamber of the east , His morning race begins , He never tires , nor stops to rest , But round the world he shines . So , like the sun , would I fulfil The business1 of the day ; Begin my work betimes ...
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... round the skies : When , from the chamber of the east , His morning race begins , He never tires , nor stops to rest , But round the world he shines . So , like the sun , would I fulfil The business of the day ; Begin my work betimes ...
... round the skies : When , from the chamber of the east , His morning race begins , He never tires , nor stops to rest , But round the world he shines . So , like the sun , would I fulfil The business of the day ; Begin my work betimes ...
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... round the open door , Where sit the aged poor , Here , where the children play , In the light and merry May , I come creeping , creeping everywhere . Here I come creeping , creeping everywhere ; In the noisy city street My pleasant face ...
... round the open door , Where sit the aged poor , Here , where the children play , In the light and merry May , I come creeping , creeping everywhere . Here I come creeping , creeping everywhere ; In the noisy city street My pleasant face ...
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... round , And come and play with me on the ground . But the sun said , No. Wind , cold wind , with your whistle and roar , Pray do not toy with the waves any more ; Come frolic with me , that's a good old breeze , In the orchard green ...
... round , And come and play with me on the ground . But the sun said , No. Wind , cold wind , with your whistle and roar , Pray do not toy with the waves any more ; Come frolic with me , that's a good old breeze , In the orchard green ...
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... round about the Pole ! The moon , that once was round and full , Is now a silver boat ; We'd launch it off that bright - edged cloud , And then - how we should float ! Does anybody say , " Be still ! " When you would dance or play ...
... round about the Pole ! The moon , that once was round and full , Is now a silver boat ; We'd launch it off that bright - edged cloud , And then - how we should float ! Does anybody say , " Be still ! " When you would dance or play ...
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baby beautiful birds bless blue bright called cheerful child clear clouds comes creeping cried dark dear door doth eyes fair fall father fear feet field flowers give glad gone grass green grow hands happy hath head hear heard heart hill hour kind ladybird lamb laugh leaves light live look meadow merry morning mother nest never night o'er once play poor praise pretty rain rest rise river Robin rose round seen shines side sing skies sleep smiled snow song soon sound spring standing stars stood storm stream summer sweet tears tell thee There's thing thou tree true turn voice warm waves wild wind wings winter wonder wood young
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Page 175 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Page 175 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 206 - Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling, and decay; And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. "And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Page 201 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh '"Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Page 198 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
Page 30 - John he cried, But John he cried in vain ; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein. So, stooping down, as needs he must Who cannot sit upright, He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might.
Page 29 - And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak well brushed and neat He manfully did throw.
Page 35 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race.
Page 31 - 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 scream'd, Up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
Page 35 - The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain, Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein. But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.