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!
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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.
УСТАВШИЙ
ТИМ
Бедняжка Тим! Уставший Тим!
С утра устал он от всего,
Устал не делать ничего;
Весь день слоняться и хандрить,
Не думать и не говорить;
К кровати вечером плестись,
Нет сил зевать, и спать нет сил;
Бедняжка Тим! Уставший Тим!
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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robin
['rɔbɪn] – малиновка
nigh
[naɪ] – (уст.) ближний, близкий
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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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