A Book of Dakota RhymesEducator School Supply Company, 1898 - 175 ページ |
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... soul , she could not hear Till we shouted in her ear . Sometimes when the dog would bark , Grandma dear would say , " Hush , hark ! " Sometimes when the cat would play , Grandma dear would answer , " Hey ? " I can see her sitting there ...
... soul , she could not hear Till we shouted in her ear . Sometimes when the dog would bark , Grandma dear would say , " Hush , hark ! " Sometimes when the cat would play , Grandma dear would answer , " Hey ? " I can see her sitting there ...
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... soul a high and holy fear , Thoughts of unknown and of eternal things- And underneath the pierced and bleeding feet In reverence he laid his withered crown . O holy Truth , the morning surely comes When Error , issuing from his nightly ...
... soul a high and holy fear , Thoughts of unknown and of eternal things- And underneath the pierced and bleeding feet In reverence he laid his withered crown . O holy Truth , the morning surely comes When Error , issuing from his nightly ...
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... souls for gold , their eyes Too dim and blind to see life's richest gains . ' Tis grief to live ! ' Tis sad to live ... soul , all sensitive to sweet , Concordant sights and sounds , assailed and vexed Most bitterly by Discord's hateful ...
... souls for gold , their eyes Too dim and blind to see life's richest gains . ' Tis grief to live ! ' Tis sad to live ... soul , all sensitive to sweet , Concordant sights and sounds , assailed and vexed Most bitterly by Discord's hateful ...
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... soul embark ! Then welled in murmurous tones- Undertones - no words convey Life's parting symphony Like forest moans : ' Last of all my race , Now I depart . The camp Is blazing there ; here ' tis damp And chill . The frost is on my ...
... soul embark ! Then welled in murmurous tones- Undertones - no words convey Life's parting symphony Like forest moans : ' Last of all my race , Now I depart . The camp Is blazing there ; here ' tis damp And chill . The frost is on my ...
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... soul beneath- Death such as theirs is a saving grace . Never a moment had they to rest , Never a priest was present to shrive ; Fighting they fell on the slippery crest , And never a trooper was left alive . Children have blossomed to ...
... soul beneath- Death such as theirs is a saving grace . Never a moment had they to rest , Never a priest was present to shrive ; Fighting they fell on the slippery crest , And never a trooper was left alive . Children have blossomed to ...
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acrost B. W. BURLEIGH bard Bethsaida breath breeze bright brooklet BROWN Capernaum CHARLES BRACY LAWTON clouds CLOVER cradle will rock crickets Dakota,-when the birds dark Dear little face DILLMAN DOANE ROBINSON dream eyes fair flowers G. G. WENZLAFF gleam golden grass gray grief to live happy hear heart heerd hide hills I'm a boy joy to live Know'st thou land laugh life's light little dog laughed lost at last meadow-lark MORTIMER nature's night o'er passed PHILLIPS TATRO pines sing wild pipes prairie rain Rockaby round sad to live sail sang shadders shines sigh singin skies sleep smile song soul summer sweet to live SYLVAN LAKE tears thee there's throng Tis grief Tis joy Tis sad Tis sweet trail tree W'en Walhalla wander weary whizzin wild rose winding Sioux winds are free wings Wodan youth
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21 ページ - Rockabye Baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, cradle and all.
151 ページ - And well they know the way; The dim trail, the grim trail. The trail of toil and fray. With tattered guidons spectral thin Above their swaying ranks. With carbines swung and sabres slung And the gray dust on their flanks. They march again as they marched it then When the red men dogged their track, The gloom trail, the doom trail, The trail they came not back. They pass, like a flutter of drifting fog, As the hostile tribes have passed, As the wild-wing'd birds and the bison herds And the unfenced...
174 ページ - A little more tired at close of day, A little less anxious to have our way, A little less ready to scold and blame, A little more care for a brother's name, And so, we are nearing the journey's end, Where time and eternity meet and blend.
129 ページ - SWEET, thou hast trod on a heart. Pass ; there's a world full of men ; And women as fair as thou art Must do such things now and then. Thou only hast stepped unaware, — Malice, not one can impute ; And why should a heart have been there In the way of a fair woman's foot...
174 ページ - And so we are folding our tents away And passing in silence at close of day. A little more leisure to sit and dream, A little more real the things unseen; A little nearer to those ahead, With visions of those long loved and dead; And so we are going where all must go, To the place the living may never know. A little more laughter, a few more tears, And we shall have told our increasing years.
22 ページ - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
174 ページ - A little leas zeal for established truth, A little more charity in our views, A little less thirst for the daily news, And so, we are folding our tents away, And passing in silence, at close of day. A little more leisure to sit and dream, A little more real the things unseen, A little nearer to those ahead...
174 ページ - That leads to the gates of a better day. A little more love for the friends of youth. A little less zeal for established truth, A little more charity in our views, A little less thirst for the daily news, And so, we are folding our tents away, And passing in silence, at close of day.
147 ページ - The camp's asleep and thro' the gloom, The white-topped wagons spectral loom; And weird the lonesome coyotes call, And quiet stars stand watch o'er all. The fire's down— the shadows creep, Their work is done— the camp's asleep.
71 ページ - Joe kep' on the track, Follered her round ary place she 'ud go; I offered to lick him. Says she: " It's a treat; Le's watch an' fin' out what the poor critter'll do." Watched him, believin' the thing 'uz all right — That identical gal is Joe's widder to-night.