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Kings & Queens; Being the Poetical Works of Beulah, Belinda, John and David
Evans Florence Wilkinson
Náhled není k dispozici. - 2015
Aunt Patience baby backdoor Backwards Road Belinda blue BOOK OF BEULAH cheek Chenandilla cider climbed CREAKY ROCKER cried curls Daddy-Long-Legs dance dandelion David dear house dream eyes father funny GIPSY LAD girls grass Great-Aunt Susan Grey Feet hand hear heart hills hollyhock I-task-it Israelites Jacob Green Jericho jingo Katie kind kings and queens kittens knew Krug-kring-kring laugh legs little boy Little Eva little John long since yesterday look moon morning Mother dear mother says naughtiness never nice night peeked pink play pretty purple hill QUEER POEM Red Sea ride river runabout RUSTLING LADIES shadows shining Silence skirts smile sort-of-remember spring flowers star strange cities streak sunbonnet supper-time Sweet Emma Moreland tall tell There's things trees Twas twill walk washerwoman wear whispered wonderful woodchopper yellow basket
Strana 14 - Not far away the sober highway creeps, My pleasaunce heeding not; Its calm of mountain curves in pure embrace, Blue-windowed into realms of heavenly space About the joyful spot. A fair green meadow in a river bend By whispering willows crowned; A sweep of hillside like a gallant wall, And lone upon its ledge a pine-tree tall Guard this enchanted ground. It hath a spring, bordered divinely blue With amulet of flowers, A tender isle that fringed with elder is, Where fireflies weave their silent symphonies,...
Strana 34 - Dear Bouncing Bet! how spirited And fine that was of you ! To run away and to escape From stiff old gardens long ago And paths made prim by hoe and tape. A brave adventure to have planned! Oh, I can see you, stooping low, Creep slily underneath the gate. Your little pistol in your hand.
Strana 34 - FOUND a flower named Bouncing Bet This morning in the roadside grass ; I got my skirts all sopping wet. I took it to the Botany class And Teacher showed us very plain The little pistol that it had, Beneath the Maggie flying- glass.
Strana 126 - The way I do from my history book, The way that dim reflections look In the shiny black piano legs, Or the shaky water of the brook ; That's how I sort -of -remember.
Strana 73 - POINT OF VIEW BT FLORENCE WILKINSON the road to Sunday School Drags out so hot and dreary, But that same road to go trout-fishing, It springs along so cheery. I get so tired running errands I'd almost like to drop; But when I'm playing hare-and-hounds I never leant to stop.
Strana 14 - THE HOUSE OF GREAT CONTENT THERE is a certain gracious garth I know, Unwrought by human hand, Most like a faery garden in a book Whereon no mortal man may ever look, — This lovely croft of land. Not far away the sober highway creeps, The pleasaunce witting not; Its calm of mountain curves in pure embrace, Blue-windowed into realms of heavenly space About the joyful plot. A fair green meadow in a river bend By silver willows crowned; A sweep of hill-side like a gallant wall, And, lone upon its ledge,...
Strana 52 - I'm awful glad I am a boy," Said John, "To play baseball, be sensible, And have a gun.
Strana 14 - ... of heavenly space About the joyful spot. A fair green meadow in a river bend By whispering willows crowned; A sweep of hillside like a gallant wall, And lone upon its ledge a pine-tree tall Guard this enchanted ground. It hath a spring, bordered divinely blue With amulet of flowers, A tender isle that fringed with elder is, Where fireflies weave their silent symphonies, Spangling the twilight hours. So cunningly within the hills 'tis set In happy youth apart It seems beyond the ken of toil and...
Strana 126 - ... tall trees, of ships and clouds and kings. Tiptoeing off somewhere, whispering, ' ' Hush ! ' ' and ' ' Hark ! ' ' For shadows never must be seen after the streets get dark. I call them my Grey Feet, they go so soft and blind; But Katie laughs, "La, child ! you hear them in your mind.
Strana 52 - And the closed shutters frown at you And murmur, Go away. Our house is pleasantest of all, With poppies down the walk, And hollyhocks that lean to you. The porch has arms that reach right out, And the knocker seems to talk. At twilight when I hurry home, My dripping skates across my back, The twinkling windows smile at me And I smile back.  I BOYS AND GIRLS 'M awful glad I'm not a girl...