The garland; or, Poetry for childhood and youth1850 |
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... thro ' jellies you are frisking ; In the sauce your nose you've dipp'd , Into soup too you have skipp'd . Come , I'm sure you've had enough Of such rich unwholesome stuff ; Though you've had so much to eat , You mayn't again have such a ...
... thro ' jellies you are frisking ; In the sauce your nose you've dipp'd , Into soup too you have skipp'd . Come , I'm sure you've had enough Of such rich unwholesome stuff ; Though you've had so much to eat , You mayn't again have such a ...
Sida 26
... thro ' the bowers . He keeps them underneath his wings , And there they safely rest ; Yet tho ' they're bright and lovely things , He loves us far the best . For when the birds and flowers die , Their little life is past ; But we shall ...
... thro ' the bowers . He keeps them underneath his wings , And there they safely rest ; Yet tho ' they're bright and lovely things , He loves us far the best . For when the birds and flowers die , Their little life is past ; But we shall ...
Sida 32
... thro ' the long long summer hours , Will he not come again ? And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er ? Oh ! while my brother with me played , Would I had loved him more ! ' . EVENING SONG . TUNE - A B C Song ...
... thro ' the long long summer hours , Will he not come again ? And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er ? Oh ! while my brother with me played , Would I had loved him more ! ' . EVENING SONG . TUNE - A B C Song ...
Sida 40
... thro ' this sad world without even a grumble ; And ' twere well if some folks , who are greater and richer , Would copy John Tomkins , the hedger and ditcher . 1 AM POOR AND ALONE . Take pity , I pray , on a poor orphan child , Who has ...
... thro ' this sad world without even a grumble ; And ' twere well if some folks , who are greater and richer , Would copy John Tomkins , the hedger and ditcher . 1 AM POOR AND ALONE . Take pity , I pray , on a poor orphan child , Who has ...
Sida 50
... Thro ' fields and thro ' cities I've wander'd away , Tho ' I merrily sing , yet forlorn is my lot ; I'm a poor Piedmontese , and I show a marmot . This pretty marmot , in a mountain's steep side Made a burrow , himself and his young ...
... Thro ' fields and thro ' cities I've wander'd away , Tho ' I merrily sing , yet forlorn is my lot ; I'm a poor Piedmontese , and I show a marmot . This pretty marmot , in a mountain's steep side Made a burrow , himself and his young ...
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Arouse thee beautiful beneath birds bless blest breast breath bright brother busy bee cheer child cold coming creeping everywhere crimson-tipped CUCKOO dark dead dear doth earth earthly ELIZA COOK everlasting song fairy-queen father William flame flowers gathering band gay bowers Gelert glorious glory glowworm gone grave green hand happy hath hear heart heaven hope hour Ill housewifery John Tomkins labour life's light live Llewellyn's look Lord marmot mercy merry mighty wanderer moon morning mother ne'er nest never night numbered o'er peace PENNY MAGAZINE Piedmontese poor praise pray prayer repose rise roam round shining sigh sing sink to thy sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit sugh sweet tear tell tempest There's thine things thou art thou busy thou hast thought thro thy rest toil tree twinkle voice waves weary wild wind wings youth
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Sida 137 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Sida 62 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Sida 56 - once again he cried, ' If I may yet be gone ! ' And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Sida 48 - Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Sida 103 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
Sida 62 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Sida 55 - The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form.
Sida 100 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a...
Sida 64 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Sida 122 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.