Book of poetry for the youngBurns & Lambert, 1858 - 104 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 4
... children should never be lazy and sad ; For God gives us daylight , dear sister , that we May rejoice like the lark , and may work like the bee . Lady Flora Hastings . MY MOTHER . WHO fed me from her gentle breast 4 CURFEW 63 EARLY RISING.
... children should never be lazy and sad ; For God gives us daylight , dear sister , that we May rejoice like the lark , and may work like the bee . Lady Flora Hastings . MY MOTHER . WHO fed me from her gentle breast 4 CURFEW 63 EARLY RISING.
الصفحة 13
... snow They urge their rapid wing ; When other warblers cease their strain , And storms forbid to roam , — Red - robin then forsakes the plain , And gives us songs at home . Lucy Aikin . TIME FLIES . THE moments fly - a minute's gone 13.
... snow They urge their rapid wing ; When other warblers cease their strain , And storms forbid to roam , — Red - robin then forsakes the plain , And gives us songs at home . Lucy Aikin . TIME FLIES . THE moments fly - a minute's gone 13.
الصفحة 46
... gives me pain , Yet to - morrow is not long- Then I'm with you all again . So fare ye well ; and hold your tongues , Sing no more until I come : They're not worthy of your songs That never care to drop a crumb . All day long I love the ...
... gives me pain , Yet to - morrow is not long- Then I'm with you all again . So fare ye well ; and hold your tongues , Sing no more until I come : They're not worthy of your songs That never care to drop a crumb . All day long I love the ...
الصفحة 52
... give heed : Unto an evil counsellor close heart and ear and eye , And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly . THE ANT : INDUSTRY . THESE emmets , how little they are in our eyes ! We tread them to dust , and a troop of ...
... give heed : Unto an evil counsellor close heart and ear and eye , And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly . THE ANT : INDUSTRY . THESE emmets , how little they are in our eyes ! We tread them to dust , and a troop of ...
الصفحة 62
... us can see , Takes care of every flower , Gives life to every tree . He through the pathless air Shows little birds their way ; And we too are His care , — He guards us day by day . " " Father , when people die , Will they come 62.
... us can see , Takes care of every flower , Gives life to every tree . He through the pathless air Shows little birds their way ; And we too are His care , — He guards us day by day . " " Father , when people die , Will they come 62.
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APRIL SHOWER betimes blue breast bright brings brook brother CASABIANCA cease chameleon cheer clap clip cold creature cried CUCKOO dear eyes fair faithful dog Tray famous victory father William fear flowers GLOW-WORM gone grass green Halloo happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill Lamb light Little flutterer little Fly little maiden look look'd Lucy Aikin maid Mary Howitt meadow merry mother neath never night nightingale o'er patter PET LAMB play play'd pleasant poor pray pretty rejoice replied reptile rest roam round shining sing sleep snow song soon Spider Spring squirrel summer sun shines bright sweet tell thee There's thing thou little bird Tis green toil trees turn'd twas vale voice VOICE OF SPRING warm wind wing winter WINTER SONG wise Wolf YOUNG MOUSE youth
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الصفحة 4 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings, as they roll And spread the truth from pole to pole.
الصفحة 14 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them. And often after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away.
الصفحة 13 - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad : Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. 74 75 "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many? Seven in all," she said And wondering looked at me.
الصفحة 21 - A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak...
الصفحة 43 - IT was a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun ; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
الصفحة 14 - 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 my mother's door, And they are side by side.
الصفحة 24 - I'll be as busy as they." * Then he flew to the mountain, and powdered its crest ; He lit on the trees, and their boughs he dressed In diamond beads ; and over the breast Of the quivering lake he spread A coat of mail, that it need not fear The downward point of many a spear, That he hung on its margin, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head.
الصفحة 21 - Eight hundred of the brave Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
الصفحة 13 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
الصفحة 37 - If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen chain, This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain ; For rain and mountain-storms ! the like thou need'st not fear, The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here. " Rest, little young One, rest ; thou hast forgot the day When my father...