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Poems Every Child Should Know by  Mary E. Burt

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Poems Every Child Should Know
by Mary E. Burt
An outstanding collection of poems that appeal to both boys and girls, compiled by a teacher who believed in the formative power of learning poetry by heart. 'Children,' she maintains, 'should build for their future — and get, while they are children, what only the fresh imagination of the child can assimilate. They should store up an untold wealth of heroic sentiment; they should acquire the habit of carrying a literary quality in their conversation; they should carry a heart full of the fresh and delightful associations and memories connected with poetry hours to brighten mature years. They should develop their memories while they have memories to develop.' The poems are grouped into six sections (The Budding Moment, The Little Child, The Day's at the Morn, Lad and Lassie, On and On, 'Grow Old Along with Me') to make it easier to locate poems that match a child's maturity.  Ages 8-12
391 pages $14.95   

 

 

HOHENLINDEN

On Linden, when the sun was low,

All bloodless lay th' untrodden snow;

And dark as winter was the flow

Of Iser, rolling rapidly.


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But Linden saw another sight,

When the drum beat, at dead of night,

Commanding fires of death to light

The darkness of her scenery.


By torch and trumpet fast array'd

Each horseman drew his battle-blade,

And furious every charger neigh'd

To join the dreadful revelry.


Then shook the hills with thunder riven,

Then rush'd the steed to battle driven,

And louder than the bolts of Heaven,

Far flashed the red artillery.


But redder yet that light shall glow

On Linden's hills or stainèd snow;

And bloodier yet the torrent flow

Of Iser, rolling rapidly.


'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun

Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun,

Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun,

Shout in their sulphurous canopy.


The combat deepens. On, ye brave

Who rush to glory or the grave!

Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave,

And charge with all thy chivalry!


Few, few shall part, where many meet!

The snow shall be their winding-sheet,

And every turf beneath their feet

Shall be a soldier's sepulcher.


THOMAS CAMPBELL.





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