Voices For The Speechless Selections For Schools And Private Re

And I am recompensed, and deem the toils Of poetry not lost, if verse of mine May stand between an animal and woe, And teach one tyrant pity for his drudge

But what is needed for the present is due regard for the natural rights of animals, due sense of the fact that they are not created for man's pleasure and behoof alone, but have...

God is the causer of pleasure and light, _maker of grass for the cattle_, and of fruitful trees for man, _causing the fish to live in the river and the birds to fill the air_, l...

In holy books we read how God hath spoken To holy men in many different ways; But hath the present worked no sign nor token? Is God quite silent in these latter days?

What was it, that passed like an ominous breath-- Like a shiver of fear, or a touch of death? What is it? The valley is peaceful still, And the leaves are afire on top of the hi...

And a town-meeting was convened straightway To set a price upon the guilty heads Of these marauders, who, in lieu of pay, Levied black-mail upon the garden beds And cornfields,...

Brave little humming-bird! Every eye blesses thee; Sunlight caresses thee, Forest and field are the fairer for thee. Blooms, at thy coming stirred, Bend on each brittle stem, No...

There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree. "He's singing to me! He's singing to me!" And what does he say, little girl, little boy? "Oh, the world's running over with...

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or w...

"Oh, what was that, sister? The thunder? Did the shag bring the storm and the cloud, The wind and the rain and the lightning?" "Little brother, the thunder roars loud.

"Monster, by thee my child's devoured!" The frantic father cried, And to the hilt his vengeful sword He plunged in Gelert's side. His suppliant, as to earth he fell, No pity cou...

Ah, Rover, by those lustrous eyes That follow me with longing gaze, Which sometimes seem so human-wise, I look for human speech and ways. By your quick instinct, matchless love,...

When he heard the owls at midnight, Hooting, laughing in the forest, "What is that?" he cried in terror; "What is that?" he said, "Nokomis?" And the good Nokomis answered: "That...

Savage, Richard Saxe, John G. Schiller Scott, Walter Scudder, Eliza Shakespeare, W. Shelley, P. B. Shenstone, W. Sheppard, Mary. Simmonds Somerville, Mary Southey, Robert Spense...