Easy Rhymes and Simple Poems for Young ChildrenRoutledge, Warne, & Routledge, 1864 - 160 من الصفحات |
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... nest Of wool , and hay , and moss : Who told her how to weave it best , And lay the twigs across ? Who taught the busy bee to fly Among the sweetest flowers , And lay his feast of honey by , To eat in winter hours ? ' Twas God , who ...
... nest Of wool , and hay , and moss : Who told her how to weave it best , And lay the twigs across ? Who taught the busy bee to fly Among the sweetest flowers , And lay his feast of honey by , To eat in winter hours ? ' Twas God , who ...
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... nest . ' Tis Flora's page ; -in every place , In every season fresh and fair , It opens with perennial grace ,. And blossoms everywhere . On waste and woodland , rock and plain , Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The Rose has but a summer ...
... nest . ' Tis Flora's page ; -in every place , In every season fresh and fair , It opens with perennial grace ,. And blossoms everywhere . On waste and woodland , rock and plain , Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The Rose has but a summer ...
الصفحة 58
... tremulous on flower and thorn , And violets round his nest exhale Their fragrance on the early gale , To the first sunbeam spreads his wings , Buoyant with 33 53 EASY RHYMES AND The Holy Bible The Skylark (Child's Morning Hymn) Mrs Hemans.
... tremulous on flower and thorn , And violets round his nest exhale Their fragrance on the early gale , To the first sunbeam spreads his wings , Buoyant with 33 53 EASY RHYMES AND The Holy Bible The Skylark (Child's Morning Hymn) Mrs Hemans.
الصفحة 70
... nests Within a hollow tree ; The hen sat quietly at home , The cock sang merrily ; And all the little young ones said , " Wee , wee , wee , wee , wee , wee . " One day ( the sun was warm and bright , 70 EASY RHYMES AND The Muffin-Man's ...
... nests Within a hollow tree ; The hen sat quietly at home , The cock sang merrily ; And all the little young ones said , " Wee , wee , wee , wee , wee , wee . " One day ( the sun was warm and bright , 70 EASY RHYMES AND The Muffin-Man's ...
الصفحة 79
... the clear , cool air ; And my snug little nest in the old oak - tree . " " Little bird ! little bird ! stay with me . " ८ " Nay , little damsel ; away I'll fly To SIMPLE POEMS . 79 Little Bird! Little Bird! Juvenile Miscellany.
... the clear , cool air ; And my snug little nest in the old oak - tree . " " Little bird ! little bird ! stay with me . " ८ " Nay , little damsel ; away I'll fly To SIMPLE POEMS . 79 Little Bird! Little Bird! Juvenile Miscellany.
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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...