Alice and Tom: Or, The Record of a Happy YearD.C. Heath, 1899 - 212 ページ A book of lessons being taught throughout a year in the lives of two children, Alice and Tom. It is also about nature and interaction between people and nature. |
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Alice saw Alice thought Alice's asked baby barked Rags bean beautiful Betty birch bird BIRTHDAY GIRL blossoms blue bluebird bobolink boys branches brown buds bulb called catkin cheek CHERRY RIPE chil child CLINTON SCOLLARD clusters cold Colonel Appleton cradle cried Alice crocus dear Dolly dren dropped earth eyes face fairy flower Frida funny glad grass GRASSHOPPER gray green grow heart Heart of Oak HORSE-CHESTNUT JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL keep kissed laughing leaf leaves little girl looked LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY LOWELL Mary's Meadow Miss Merriam Mollie mother nest never North Wind orchard peeping petals pines plant plant-baby pretty Pryor Pussy Willow replied riam Robin Hood seed sing snow snowdrop song spring stem stood sunshine sweet Sweetlips tell things thistle Tom's trees twigs Uncle Phil voice wait watch wild WILLIAM ALLINGHAM woods yellow
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47 ページ - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights ; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
126 ページ - MERRILY swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Snug and safe is that nest of ours, Hidden among the summer flowers. Chee, chee, chee.
126 ページ - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
50 ページ - Green little vaulter in the sunny grass Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
1 ページ - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
85 ページ - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
108 ページ - White are his shoulders and white his crest, Hear him call in his merry note : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Look what a nice new coat is mine ; Sure there was never a bird so fine. Chee, chee, chee.
71 ページ - And a dreamer (did you show him That same picture) would exclaim, ' 'Tis my angel, with a name ! ' And a stranger, when he sees her In the street even, smileth stilly. Just as you would at a lily. And all voices that address her, Soften, sleeken every word, As if speaking to a bird. And all fancies yearn to cover The hard earth whereon she passes, With the thymy-scented grasses. And all hearts do pray, ' God love her !' Ay and always, in good sooth, We may all be sure HE DOTH.
183 ページ - OUT of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as the troubled heart doth make In the white countenance confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels. This is the poem of the air, Slowly...
85 ページ - She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there...