Easy Rhymes and Simple Poems for Young ChildrenRoutledge, Warne, & Routledge, 1864 - 160 من الصفحات |
من داخل الكتاب
النتائج 1-5 من 13
الصفحة 15
... mamma , I'll thank you oft For this comfortable bed , And this pretty pillow soft , Where I rest my weary head . And I'll lift my heart in prayer To the God that dwells above ; Thank Him for His watchful care , And for all His tender ...
... mamma , I'll thank you oft For this comfortable bed , And this pretty pillow soft , Where I rest my weary head . And I'll lift my heart in prayer To the God that dwells above ; Thank Him for His watchful care , And for all His tender ...
الصفحة 21
... Y is His Yoke that is easy to bear ; Z is His Zeal for the lambs of His care . SUNDAY SCHOOL RECITER . THE INFANT'S HOME . MAMMA , they say that Baby's SIMPLE POEMS . 21 The Christian Child's Alphabet Sunday School Reciter.
... Y is His Yoke that is easy to bear ; Z is His Zeal for the lambs of His care . SUNDAY SCHOOL RECITER . THE INFANT'S HOME . MAMMA , they say that Baby's SIMPLE POEMS . 21 The Christian Child's Alphabet Sunday School Reciter.
الصفحة 22
... mamma , Do tell me why you mourn . If Georgy does but sleep above , As oft you've said before , Oh , why then mourn for him now here Who's happy evermore ? MRS . J. L. ROBERT . THE ENGLISH GIRL . SPORTING on the village green , The ...
... mamma , Do tell me why you mourn . If Georgy does but sleep above , As oft you've said before , Oh , why then mourn for him now here Who's happy evermore ? MRS . J. L. ROBERT . THE ENGLISH GIRL . SPORTING on the village green , The ...
الصفحة 41
... mamma , what a sweet little prize I have found ! A robin that lay half - benumb'd on the ground . I caught him , and fed him , and warm'd in my breast , And now he's as nimble and blithe as the best . Look , look , how he flutters ! -He ...
... mamma , what a sweet little prize I have found ! A robin that lay half - benumb'd on the ground . I caught him , and fed him , and warm'd in my breast , And now he's as nimble and blithe as the best . Look , look , how he flutters ! -He ...
الصفحة 42
... Mamma , is it right ? No , come pretty Robin , I must set you free- For your whistle , though sweet , would sound sadly to me . LUCY AIKEN . A FIELD FLOWER . THE DAISY . THERE is a flower , a little flower , With silver crest and golden ...
... Mamma , is it right ? No , come pretty Robin , I must set you free- For your whistle , though sweet , would sound sadly to me . LUCY AIKEN . A FIELD FLOWER . THE DAISY . THERE is a flower , a little flower , With silver crest and golden ...
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
AUNT EFFIE'S RHYMES beautiful bless bread breast bright brings brother busy bee cheek cheer Cock Robin cold cottage daisies dark dear mother 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 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 to-day To-morrow Twas Twill twinkle violet voice walk weep wild wings young
مقاطع مشهورة
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...