| There is another sky by Emily Dickinson There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!
| Snow flakes. by Emily Dickinson
I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
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| Tired Tim Walter De La Mare
Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.
He lags the long bright morning through,
Ever so tired of nothing to do;
He moons and mopes the livelong day,
Nothing to think about, nothing to say;
Up to bed with his candle to creep,
Too tired to yawn, too tired to sleep:
Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.
| Anne P. L. Field The Christmas Fires The Christmas fires brightly gleam
And dance among the holly boughs,
The Christmas pudding's spicy steam
With fragrance fills the house,
While merry grows each friendly soul
Over the foaming wassail bowl. Resplendent stands the glittering tree,
Weighted with gifts for old and young,
The children's faces shine with glee,
And joyous is each tongue,
While lads and lassies come and go
Under the festive mistletoe. When suddenly the frosty air
Is filled with music, voices sweet,
Lo! see the Christmas waits are there
Snow-crowned and bare of feet,
Yet high and clear their voices ring,
And glad their Christmas carolling.
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| Emily Bronte I Know Not How It Falls on Me I KNOW not how it falls on me, This summer evening, hushed and lone; Yet the faint wind comes soothingly With something of an olden tone. Forgive me if I've shunned so long Your gentle greeting, earth and air! But sorrow withers e'en the strong, And who can fight against despair?
| John Kendrick Bangs The Little Elf I MET a little Elf-man, once, Down where the lilies blow. I asked him why he was so small And why he didn’t grow. He slightly frowned, and with his eye He looked me through and through. ‘I ’m quite as big for me,’ said he, ‘As you are big for you.’
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| E. Nesbit The Gift Of Life Life is a night all dark and wild,
Yet still stars shine:
This moment is a star, my child -
Your star and mine. Life is a desert dry and drear,
Undewed, unblest;
This hour is an oasis, dear;
Here let us rest. Life is a sea of windy spray,
Cold, fierce and free:
An isle enchanted is to-day
For you and me. Forget night, sea, and desert: take
The gift supreme,
And, of life’s brief relenting, make
A deathless dream.
| Mrs. J. I. McKinney Snow-Flakes See the early snow-flakes! Softly they descend, Like an orchard blossom Scattered by the wind. Here and there they’re flying Over all the trees, High above them swarming Like white-winged bees. Faster still they’re whirling, Dancing into sight, Like a troop of fairies When the moon is light. Tripping down the highway In a reckless gait, Falling like a feather Without sound or weight. On the distant churchyard Over graves unkept, Where the leaves have drifted And the clouds have wept. Little band of angels Doing only good, Making white the meadow And the lonely wood. Greeting with light kisses All they chance to meet, Leaving shining footprints All about the street. Little winter children Full of life and fun - Oh! I love the snow-flakes, Love them every one.
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| Edgar A. Guest Be A Friend Be a friend. You don't need money;
Just a disposition sunny;
Just the wish to help another
Get along some way or other;
Just a kindly hand extended
Out to one who's unbefriended;
Just the will to give or lend,
This will make you someone's friend. Be a friend. You don't need glory.
Friendship is a simple story.
Pass by trifling errors blindly,
Gaze on honest effort kindly,
Cheer the youth who's bravely trying,
Pity him who's sadly sighing;
Just a little labor spend
On the duties of a friend. Be a friend. The pay is bigger
(Though not written by a figure)
Than is earned by people clever
In what's merely self-endeavor.
You'll have friends instead of neighbors
For the profits of your labors;
You'll be richer in the end
Than a prince, if you're a friend.
| Angelina Wray Autumn Leaves In the hush and the lonely silence Of the chill October night, Some wizard has worked his magic With fairy fingers light.
The leaves of the sturdy oak trees Are splendid with crimson and red. And the golden flags of the maple Are fluttering overhead. Through the tangle of faded grasses There are trailing vines ablaze, And the glory of warmth and color Gleams through the autumn haze.
Like banners of marching armies That farther and farther go; Down the winding roads and valleys The boughs of the sumacs glow. So open your eyes, little children, And open your hearts as well, Till the charm of the bright October Shall fold you in its spell.
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| THE CLOCK
There’s a neat little clock,
In the schoolroom it stands,
And it points to the time
With its two little hands.
And may we, like the clock,
Keep a face clean and bright,
With hands ever ready
To do what is right.
| The Light Of a Smile If it drizzles and pours, Is there any reason The weather indoors Should be dull, like the season? There is something makes bright The cloudiest places; Can you guess? 'Tis the light Of the smiles on your faces.
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| Mrs. J. I. McKinney Why I Smile I smile because the world is fair; Because the sky is blue. Because I find, no matter where I go, a friend that’s true. I smile because the earth is green, The sun so near and bright, Because the days that o’er us lean Are full of warmth and light. I smile as past the yards I go, Though strange and new the place, The violets seem my step to know, And look up in my face. I smile to hear the robin’s note. He comes so newly dressed, A love song throbbing in his throat, A rose pinned on his breast. And so the truth I’ll not disown, Because the spring is nigh; My heart has somewhat better grown, And I forget to sigh. ________________________ robin ['rɔbɪn] – малиновка nigh [naɪ] – (уст.) ближний, близкий
| Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star Twinkle, twinkle, little star! How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the glorious sun is set, When the grass with dew is wet, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle all the night. In the dark-blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye, Till the sun is in the sky. As your bright and tiny spark Guides the traveller in the dark, Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star!
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| Margaret E. Sangster Spring in the city I saw a crocus blooming in the park, I felt a hint of magic in the air, I heard faint music sighing everywhere, And so, as all the world, grew softly dark – I found again the hope that never dies, And hungrily, with out-flung arms, I came Once more to you. And when you spoke my name I read springtime eternal in your eyes!
| R.H. Stoddard Birds Birds are singing round my window,
Tunes the sweetest ever heard,
And I hang my cage there daily,
But I never catch a bird. So with thoughts my brain is peopled,
And they sing there all day long:
But they will not fold their pinions
In the little cage of Song. ____________________ to fold the wings – складывать крылья pinion ['pɪnjən] – перо, (поэт.) крыло
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| Kate Greenaway I saw a ship that sailed the sea, It left me as the sun went down; The white birds flew, and followed it To town - to London town. Right sad were we to stand alone, And see it pass so far away; And yet we knew some ship would come - Some other ship - some other day.
| Leroy F. Jackson BUTTERFLY Butterfly, butterfly,
Sit on my chin,
Your wings are like tinsel,
So yellow and thin.
Butterfly, butterfly,
Give me a kiss;
If you give me a dozen
There’s nothing amiss.
Butterfly, butterfly,
Off to the flowers, -
Wee, soulless sprite
Of the long summer hours.
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| The bells of spring are ringing, Are ringing loud and gay. To hills and forests they are bringing Sweet melody today. The bells of spring are ringing, Are ringing far and wide. Nice days they are bringing To people and the countryside.
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Fred comes from school one winter day As clever as can be, And wants to show to all around How smart a boy is he. And so at dinner he begins: “Papa, you think you see There are two chickens on that dish, But now I’ll prove that there are three: First, this is one and that is two, As plain as plain can be. I add the one into the two, And two and one make three!” “Just so,” answers his Papa, “If what you say is three, I will take one, Mamma takes one, The third we’ll leave for you.”
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