Book of poetry for the youngBurns & Lambert, 1858 - 104 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 5
... pray , To love God's holy word and day , And walk in wisdom's pleasant way ? My Mother . And can I ever cease to be Affectionate and kind to thee , Who wast so very kind to me , My Mother ? ; O no ! the thought I cannot bear And 5.
... pray , To love God's holy word and day , And walk in wisdom's pleasant way ? My Mother . And can I ever cease to be Affectionate and kind to thee , Who wast so very kind to me , My Mother ? ; O no ! the thought I cannot bear And 5.
الصفحة 6
Book. ; O no ! the thought I cannot bear And if God please my life to spare , I hope I shall reward thy care , My Mother . When thou art feeble , old , and gray , My healthy arm shall be thy stay ; And I will soothe thy pains away , My ...
Book. ; O no ! the thought I cannot bear And if God please my life to spare , I hope I shall reward thy care , My Mother . When thou art feeble , old , and gray , My healthy arm shall be thy stay ; And I will soothe thy pains away , My ...
الصفحة 15
... thought : so out ! ' tis dawning yet ; Why twilight's lovely hour forget ? For sweet though be the workman's sweat , The wanderer's sweat is sweeter . Up , to the fields , through shine and stour ! What hath the dull and drowsy hour So ...
... thought : so out ! ' tis dawning yet ; Why twilight's lovely hour forget ? For sweet though be the workman's sweat , The wanderer's sweat is sweeter . Up , to the fields , through shine and stour ! What hath the dull and drowsy hour So ...
الصفحة 23
... thoughts and fancies spring To blind our mental eyes : He knoweth it is the seed of sin , Whose fruit may ripen the soul within ; For , if legends tell true , he will not tread On the earth of the track that covers its bed . Yea , the ...
... thoughts and fancies spring To blind our mental eyes : He knoweth it is the seed of sin , Whose fruit may ripen the soul within ; For , if legends tell true , he will not tread On the earth of the track that covers its bed . Yea , the ...
الصفحة 40
... thought I , to her Lamb that little Maid might sing : " What ails thee , young one , what ? why pull so at thy cord ? Is it not well with thee ? well both for bed and board ? Thy plot of grass is soft , and green as grass can be : Rest ...
... thought I , to her Lamb that little Maid might sing : " What ails thee , young one , what ? why pull so at thy cord ? Is it not well with thee ? well both for bed and board ? Thy plot of grass is soft , and green as grass can be : Rest ...
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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...