The Posy Ring: A Book of Verse for Children. Various
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Название: The Posy Ring: A Book of Verse for Children

Автор: Various

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СКАЧАТЬ But his time is past;

       Soon my birds shall sing above you—

       Set you free at last."

      Mary Mapes Dodge.

       Spring Song

      Spring comes hither,

       Buds the rose;

       Roses wither,

       Sweet spring goes. Summer soars— Wide-winged day; White light pours, Flies away. Soft winds blow, Westward born; Onward go, Toward the morn.

      George Eliot

       In April

      The poplar drops beside the way

       Its tasselled plumes of silver-gray;

       The chestnut pouts its great brown buds

       Impatient for the laggard May.

       The honeysuckles lace the wall,

       The hyacinths grow fair and tall;

       And mellow sun and pleasant wind

       And odorous bees are over all.

      Elizabeth Akers.

      

       Spring

      The alder by the river

       Shakes out her powdery curls;

       The willow buds in silver

       For little boys and girls.

       The little birds fly over,

       And oh, how sweet they sing!

       To tell the happy children

       That once again 'tis spring.

       The gay green grass comes creeping

       So soft beneath their feet;

       The frogs begin to ripple

       A music clear and sweet.

       And buttercups are coming,

       And scarlet columbine;

       And in the sunny meadows

       The dandelions shine.

       And just as many daisies

       As their soft hands can hold

       The little ones may gather,

       All fair in white and gold.

       Here blows the warm red clover,

       There peeps the violet blue;

       O happy little children,

       God made them all for you!

      Celia Thaxter.

      

       The Voice of Spring

      I am coming, I am coming!

       Hark! the little bee is humming;

       See, the lark is soaring high

       In the blue and sunny sky;

       And the gnats are on the wing,

       Wheeling round in airy ring.

       See, the yellow catkins cover

       All the slender willows over!

       And on the banks of mossy green

       Star-like primroses are seen;

       And, their clustering leaves below,

       White and purple violets blow.

       Hark! the new-born lambs are bleating,

       And the cawing rooks are meeting

       In the elms—a noisy crowd;

       All the birds are singing loud;

       And the first white butterfly

       In the sunshine dances by.

       Look around thee, look around!

       Flowers in all the fields abound;

       Every running stream is bright;

       All the orchard trees are white;

       And each small and waving shoot

       Promises sweet flowers and fruit. Turn thine eyes to earth and heaven: God for thee the spring has given, Taught the birds their melodies, Clothed the earth, and cleared the skies, For thy pleasure or thy food: Pour thy soul in gratitude.

      Mary Howitt.

       The Coming of Spring

      There's something in the air

       That's new and sweet and rare—

       A scent of summer things,

       A whir as if of wings.

       There's something, too, that's new

       In the color of the blue

       That's in the morning sky,

       Before the sun is high.

       And though on plain and hill

       'Tis winter, winter still,

       There's something seems to say

       That winter's had its day.

       And all this changing tint,

       This whispering stir and hint

       Of bud and bloom and wing,

       Is the coming of the spring.

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