Raleigh, sir Walter
The Lye, 283
Rankin. Jeremiah Eames
The Babie, 4
read, Thomas Buchanan
Sheridan’s Ride, 68
Riley, James Whitcomb
Little Orphant Annie, 54
Rogers, Samuel
A Wish, 272
Sargent, Epes
A Life on the Ocean Wave, 85
Scott, sir Walter
Lochinvar, 103
The Gathering Song of Donald Dhu,
126
Shakespeare, William
Ingratitude, 58
Mercy, 300
Polonius’ Advice, 301
A Fragment from Julius Caesar, 301
Shelley, Percy Bysshe
Ode to a Skylark, 268
Ozymandias in the Desert, 322
smith, Samuel Francis
America, 228
Southey, Robert
The Battle of Blenheim, 117
The Inchcape Rock, 145
The Legend of Bishop Hatto, 166
The Well of St. Keyne, 186
Stevenson, Robert Louis
My Shadow, 9
Taylor, Bayard
The Song in Camp, 64
Taylor, Jane
The Violet, 27
Tennyson, Alfred
Sweet and Low, 27
The Owl, 40
The Bugle Song, 66
Lady Clare, 72
The Lord of Burleigh, 75
The Death of the Old Year, 86
The Charge of the Light Brigade,
107
Crossing the Bar, 124
The Brook, 153
The Lotos Eaters, 231
The Revenge, 246
Sir Galahad, 253
Thackeray, William Makepeace
Little Billee, 41
Thaxter, Celia
The Sandpiper, 71
Thomas, Edith
Moly, 233
The God of Music, 275
Trowbridge, J.T.
Farmyard Song, 90
Turner, Charles Tennyson
Letty’s Globe, 115
Watts, Isaac
Let Dogs Delight to Bark and Bite,
4
Love Between Brothers and Sisters,
20
Whitman, Walt
O Captain! My Captain! 57
Song of Myself, 344
Whittier, John G.
The Three Bells of Glasgow, 67
Barbara Frietchie, 96
Wolfe, C.
The Burial of Sir John Moore at
Corunna, 176
Woodworth, Samuel
The Old Oaken Bucket, 288
Wordsworth, William
The Rainbow (a fragment), 28
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud, 82
Fidelity, 120
Lucy, 272
The World is Too Much With Us, 304
She Was a Phantom of Delight, 305
Wotton, sir Henry
A Happy Life, 220
PART I.
The Budding Moment
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Poems That Every Child Should Know
The arrow and the song.
“The Arrow and the Song,” by Longfellow (1807-82), is placed first in this volume out of respect to a little girl of six years who used to love to recite it to me. She knew many poems, but this was her favourite.
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not
where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the
sight
Could not follow it in its
flight.
I breathed a song into the
air,
It fell to earth, I knew not
where;
For who has sight so keen
and strong
That it can follow the flight
of song?