Easy Rhymes and Simple Poems for Young ChildrenRoutledge, Warne, & Routledge, 1864 - 160 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 41
... cold ! But indeed ' tis in vain , for I shan't set you free , For all your whole life you're a prisoner with me . Well housed and well fed , in your cage you will sing , And make our dull winter as gay as the spring . But stay , -sure ...
... cold ! But indeed ' tis in vain , for I shan't set you free , For all your whole life you're a prisoner with me . Well housed and well fed , in your cage you will sing , And make our dull winter as gay as the spring . But stay , -sure ...
الصفحة 47
... Cold , ah , very cold you'd be , If you had not wool from me . True it seems a pleasant thing Nipping daisies in the spring ; But what chilly nights I pass On the cold and dewy grass , Or pick my scanty dinner where All the ground is ...
... Cold , ah , very cold you'd be , If you had not wool from me . True it seems a pleasant thing Nipping daisies in the spring ; But what chilly nights I pass On the cold and dewy grass , Or pick my scanty dinner where All the ground is ...
الصفحة 53
... cold December- Dressing up , the joy of all , For gay charade or mimic ball ? 1 Old brocades we brought to light , Seized upon each knot and feather , Glad to find a ribbon bright In the spoil we heap'd together . How each masker did ...
... cold December- Dressing up , the joy of all , For gay charade or mimic ball ? 1 Old brocades we brought to light , Seized upon each knot and feather , Glad to find a ribbon bright In the spoil we heap'd together . How each masker did ...
الصفحة 67
... cold , dreamless sleep , In her last narrow home . Then , then it is Faith's tear - dimm'd eyes See through ethereal space , Amidst the angel - crowded skies , That dear , that well - known face . With beckoning hand she seems to say ...
... cold , dreamless sleep , In her last narrow home . Then , then it is Faith's tear - dimm'd eyes See through ethereal space , Amidst the angel - crowded skies , That dear , that well - known face . With beckoning hand she seems to say ...
الصفحة 78
... cold earth is their bed , And daisies grow over the grave . I cast my eyes into the tomb , The sight made me bitterly cry : I said , “ And is this the dark room Where my father and mother must lie ? " I cast my eyes round me again , In ...
... cold earth is their bed , And daisies grow over the grave . I cast my eyes into the tomb , The sight made me bitterly cry : I said , “ And is this the dark room Where my father and mother must lie ? " I cast my eyes round me again , In ...
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AUNT EFFIE'S RHYMES beautiful bless bread breast bright brings brother busy bee cheek cheer Cock Robin cold cottage daisies dark dew-drops door earth ELIZA COOK eyes fairy Father William flowers FOLLEN gentle girls glad green happy Sunday hath HAWTREY hear heart heaven hills holy hour HYMN JANE TAYLOR Jesus kind to thy kiss of love lamb Let me fly light little bird little child little maiden little stars look loves a little mamma Mary merrily merry moon morning naughty nest never night NURSERY RHYMES o'er old arm-chair old shoes pitter patter play poor praise pray prayer pretty QUEEN VICTORIA rest round shining sing skies sleep smiled song sorrow sparkling Spring tears tease my mother tell thine thing thrush tinkle to-day To-morrow Twas Twill violet voice walk weep wild wings young
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الصفحة 105 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
الصفحة 17 - And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
الصفحة 71 - Tis filled wherever thou dost tread, Nature's self's thy Ganymede. Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough; Farmer he, and landlord thou!
الصفحة 82 - WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER ? WHAT is that, Mother ? The lark, my child ! The morn has but just looked out, and smiled ; When he starts, from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out, in his Maker's ear : Ever my child, be thy morn's first lays, Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, Mother...
الصفحة 123 - Then did the little maid reply: "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid. Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid. Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from mother's door, And they are side by side.
الصفحة 83 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away.
الصفحة 116 - Where'er he dwells, he dwells alone, Except himself has chattels none, Well satisfied to be his own Whole treasure. Thus, hermitlike, his life he leads, Nor partner of his banquet needs, And if he meets one, only feeds The faster. Who seeks him must be worse than blind, (He and his house are so combined) If, finding it, he fails to find Its master.
الصفحة 105 - Thrice welcome, darling of the spring; Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing; A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my schoolboy days I listened to; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush and tree and sky.
الصفحة 13 - All this day Thy hand has led me, — And I thank thee for thy care ; Thou hast clothed me, warmed and fed me, Listen to my evening prayer. Let my sins be all forgiven ! Bless the friends I love so well ! Take me, when I die, to heaven, Happy there with thee to dwell ! VI.
الصفحة 16 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...