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" Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove, How jubilant the happy birds renew Their old, melodious madrigals of love ! And when you think of this, remember, too, 'Tis always morning somewhere, and above... "
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The Illustrated Magazine, Tập 17-18

1864 - 764 trang
...preceptor is the most poetic plea that ever wooed a world to justice. What an airy felicity in the lines, " 'Tis always morning somewhere, and above The awakening...to shore Somewhere the birds are singing evermore." And so, amid sunshine and the carolling of birds, the legendary rural romance of the Yankee shore,...

Wisconsin Journal of Education, Tập 43

1911 - 322 trang
...golden-rod Along the fields and hollows, And saunters over sunny ways, A'playing with the swallows. 'Tis always morning somewhere. And above the awakening...to shore. Somewhere the birds are singing evermore. — Longfellow. PRIMARY TEACHER AND THE JOURNAL — $1.50. Dr. Winship's American Primary Teacher and...

The Poetical Works of Henry W. Longfellow, Tập 3

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1863 - 260 trang
...man e'er caught! Whose habitations in the tree-tops even Are half-way houses on the road to heaven! " Think , every morning when the sun peeps through The...of love! And when you think of this, remember too 'T is always morning somewhere , and above The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere...

Tales of a Wayside Inn

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1863 - 310 trang
...man e'er caught ! Whose habitations in the tree-tops even Are half-way houses on the road to heaven ! "Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove, Ho\v jubilant the happy birds renew Their old, melodious madrigals of love ! And when you think of...

The complete poetical works [&c.].

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 712 trang
...e'er caught ! Whose habitations in the tree-tops even Are half-way houses on the road to heaven ! " Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The...to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore. " Think of your woods and orchards without birds ! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams, As...

Illinois Teacher: Devoted to Education, Science and Free Schools, Tập 10

1864 - 568 trang
...should lose their cause when they had such foes as these. Listen to a portion of the preceptor's plea : Think every morning, when the sun peeps through The...of love ! And when you think of this, remember too 'T is always morning some where, and above The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Some where...

Tales of a Wayside Inn

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 254 trang
...habitations in the tree-tops even Are half-way houses on the road to heaven ! " Think, every morning when tho sun peeps through The dim, leaf-latticed windows of...of love ! And when you think of this, remember too 'T is always morning somewhere, and above The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere...

Tales of a Wayside Inn

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 232 trang
...tree-tops even Are half-way houses on the road to heaven ! " Think, every morning when the sun peeps How jubilant the happy birds renew Their old, melodious...of love ! And when you think of this, remember too 'T is always morning somewhere, and above The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere...

The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1865 - 388 trang
...e'er caught ! ^Vhose habitations in the tree-tops even Are half-way houses on the road to heaven ! "Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The...to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore. "Think of your woods and orchards without birds ! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As...

The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1866 - 710 trang
...even Are half-way houses on the road to heaven ! " Think, every morning when the sun peeps through Thd dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove, How jubilant...to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore. " Think of your woods and orchards without birds ! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As...




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