Easy Rhymes and Simple Poems for Young ChildrenRoutledge, Warne, & Routledge, 1864 - 160 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 8
... In tiny drops , And never stops To waste its time in play . I hear it come- I know its hum , It flies from flower to flower ; And to its store A little more It adds each day and hour . Just so should I My heart apply , My proper work to ...
... In tiny drops , And never stops To waste its time in play . I hear it come- I know its hum , It flies from flower to flower ; And to its store A little more It adds each day and hour . Just so should I My heart apply , My proper work to ...
الصفحة 9
... to me impart A contrite , pure , and grateful heart , That after my last sleep I may Awake to thy eternal day : For Jesus Christ's sake , Amen . COLERIDGE . MY MOTHER . Who fed me from her gentle breast , And hush'd me in her arms to ...
... to me impart A contrite , pure , and grateful heart , That after my last sleep I may Awake to thy eternal day : For Jesus Christ's sake , Amen . COLERIDGE . MY MOTHER . Who fed me from her gentle breast , And hush'd me in her arms to ...
الصفحة 10
Easy rhymes. Who ran to help me when I fell , And would some pretty story tell , Or kiss the place to make it well ? My Mother . Who taught my infant lips to pray , To love God's holy Word and day , And walk in wisdom's pleasant way ? My ...
Easy rhymes. Who ran to help me when I fell , And would some pretty story tell , Or kiss the place to make it well ? My Mother . Who taught my infant lips to pray , To love God's holy Word and day , And walk in wisdom's pleasant way ? My ...
الصفحة 11
... in His eyes , If I should ever dare despise My Mother . ANN TAYLOR . QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS . WHO show'd the little ant the way Her narrow hole to bore , And spend the pleasant summer day In laying up her store ? The sparrow builds her ...
... in His eyes , If I should ever dare despise My Mother . ANN TAYLOR . QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS . WHO show'd the little ant the way Her narrow hole to bore , And spend the pleasant summer day In laying up her store ? The sparrow builds her ...
الصفحة 14
... to heaven , Happy there with Thee to dwell . MARY LUNDIE DUNCAN . WHAT I LIVE FOR . I'm not made for idle play , Like the butterfly , all day ; Shameful would it be to grow Like a dunce , and nothing know : I must learn to read , and look ...
... to heaven , Happy there with Thee to dwell . MARY LUNDIE DUNCAN . WHAT I LIVE FOR . I'm not made for idle play , Like the butterfly , all day ; Shameful would it be to grow Like a dunce , and nothing know : I must learn to read , and look ...
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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...