Children poems

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Evangeline: Part The First. I.

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

IN the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas,

Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-Pré

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National Anniversay Ode

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Ho! for the day in the whole year the brightest!

Long may it live in the heart of the nation!

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Cinderella

© Roald Dahl



I guess you think you know this story.

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Muiopotmos, Or The Fate Of The Butterflie

© Edmund Spenser

I SING of deadly dolorous debate,

Stir'd vp through wrathfull Nemesis despight,

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Aeneid

© Virgil

THE ARGUMENT.- Turnus takes advantage of AEneas's absence,
fires some of his ships (which are transformed into sea nymphs),
and assaults his camp. The Trojans, reduc'd to the last extremities,
send Nisus and Euryalus to recall AEneas; which furnishes the
poet with that admirable episode of their friendship, generosity, and
the conclusion of their adventures.

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O, Pity The Slave Mother

© Anonymous

I pity the slave mother, careworn and weary,

Who sighs as she presses her babe to her breast;

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The Chase

© Anonymous

Will not your old sires start up from the ground,
At the crack of the whip, and bay of the hound,
And shaking their skeleton hands in your face,
Curse the germs that produced such a miscreant race?

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The Trains

© Judith Wright

Racing on iron errands, the trains go by,
and over the white acres of our orchards
hurl their wild summoning cry, their animal cry….
the trains go north with guns.

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Five Critcisms

© Alfred Noyes

Old Pantaloon, lean-witted, dour and rich,
  After grim years of soul-destroying greed,
Weds Columbine, that April-blooded witch
  "Too young" to know that gold was not her need.

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Vision Of Columbus - Book 5

© Joel Barlow

Columbus hail'd them with a father's smile,

Fruits of his cares and children of his toil;

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Dear royal France! I fix the happy year
At forty--seven, because that Christmas--tide
There passed through Pau the Duke of Montpensier,
Fresh from his nuptials with his Spanish bride;

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You And Yellow Air

© John Shaw Neilson

I DREAM of an old kissing-time
  And the flowered follies there;
In the dim place of cherry-trees,
  Of you, and yellow air.

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They'll None of 'Em Be Missed

© William Schwenck Gilbert

As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,

I've got a little list - I've got a little list

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Catterskill Falls

© William Cullen Bryant

Midst greens and shades the Catterskill leaps,
  From cliffs where the wood-flower clings;
All summer he moistens his verdant steeps
  With the sweet light spray of the mountain springs;
And he shakes the woods on the mountain side,
When they drip with the rains of autumn-tide.

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Thunder At Night

© Robert Graves

Restless and hot two children lay
  Plagued with uneasy dreams,
Each wandered lonely through false day
  A twilight torn with screams.

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The Sisters - A Picture By Barry

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The shade for me, but over thee
The lingering sunshine still;
As, smiling, to the silent stream
Comes down the singing rill.

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Three Teachers

© Lesbia Harford

Sometimes I can see
When I teach
Half my children talk
Each to each.

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The Death of Slavery

© William Cullen Bryant

O THOU great Wrong, that, through the slow-paced years,

  Didst hold thy millions fettered, and didst wield

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Carry On

© Edgar Albert Guest

They spoke it bravely, grimly, in their darkest hours of doubt;
They spoke it when their hope was low and when their strength gave out;
We heard it from the dying in those troubled days now gone,
And they breathed it as their slogan for the living: "Carry on!"