Children poems
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Freedom And Peace
© George Dyer
When long thick Tempests waste the Plain
And Lightnings cleave an angry Sky,
Sorrow invades each anxious Swain
And trembling Nymphs to shelter fly!
But let the Sun illume the skies,
They hail his beam with grateful eyes.
The Melbourne International Exhibition A. D. 1880
© Mary Hannay Foott
And thou who once wast Pharaoh's, and thou whose palm-thatched kraals
For centuries made marvel of bold De Gamas sails,
And all that dwell betwixt you, whateer your race and name,
Who seek our shores in kindness, we thank you that you came.
The King's Tragedy James I. Of Scots.20th February 1437
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I Catherine am a Douglas born,
A name to all Scots dear;
Poem At The Centennial Anniversary Dinner Of The Massachusetts Medical Society
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Each has his gifts, his losses and his gains,
Each his own share of pleasures and of pains;
No life-long aim with steadfast eye pursued
Finds a smooth pathway all with roses strewed;
Trouble belongs to man of woman born,--
Tread where he may, his foot will find its thorn.
The ToySeller
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The Toy--seller his idle wares
Carefully ranges, side by side;
With coveting soft earnest airs
The children linger, open--eyed.
Supper at the Mill
© Jean Ingelow
Frances.
Well, good mother, how are you?
M. I'm hearty, lass, but warm; the weather's warm:
I think 'tis mostly warm on market-days.
I met with George behind the mill: said he,
"Mother, go in and rest a while."
When There's Health In The House
© Edgar Albert Guest
When there's good health In the house, there is laughter everywhere,
And the skies are bright and sunny and the roads are smooth and fair,
For the mother croons her ditties, and the father hums a song.
Although heavy be his burdens, he can carry them along.
The Wind
© Mathilde Blind
ACROSS the barren moors the wild, wild wind
Went sweeping on, and with his sobs and shrieks
Of Three Children
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Nor prince nor peer of fairyland
Had power to weave that wide riband
Of the grey, the gold, the green.
Sea Pictures
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
I.
Morning
THE morning sun has pierced the mist,
And beach and cliff and ocean kissed.
Calgary Station
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
DAZZLED by sun and drugged by space they wait,
These homeless peoples, at our prairie gate;
Dumb with the awe of those whom fate has hurled,
Breathless, upon the threshold of a world!
The Last Song of Sappho
© Giacomo Leopardi
Thou tranquil night, and thou, O gentle ray
Of the declining moon; and thou, that o'er
After Long Grief
© Madison Julius Cawein
There is a place hung o'er of summer boughs
And dreamy skies wherein the gray hawk sleeps;
Evangeline: Part The Second. II.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
IT was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River,
Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash,
And the Bairns Will Come
© Henry Lawson
Try the ranks of wealth and fashion, ask the rich and well-to-do,
With their nurseries and their nurses and their children one and two,
Will they help us bear the burden?but their purse-proud lips are dumb.
Let us earn a decent livingand the bairns will come.
Walter And Jane: Or, The Poor Blacksmith
© Robert Bloomfield
'We brav'd Life's storm together; while that Drone,
'Your poor old Uncle, WALTER, liv'd alone.
'He died the other day: when round his bed
'No tender soothing tear Affection shed--
'Affection! 'twas a plant he never knew;--
'Why should he feast on fruits he never grew?'
Wentworth
© Mary Hannay Foott
Tis a proud thing for Australia, while the funeral-prayers are said,
To remember loving service, frankly rendered by the dead;
How he strove, amid the nations, evermore to raise her head.
How in youth he sang her glory, as it is, and is to be,
Called her Empress,while they held her yet as base-born, over sea,
Owned her Mother,when her children scarce were counted with the free!
Peace
© Robert Laurence Binyon
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Lovely word flying like a bird across the narrow seas,
When winter is over and songs are in the skies,
Peace, with the colour of the dawn upon the name of her,
