Easy Rhymes and Simple Poems for Young ChildrenRoutledge, Warne, & Routledge, 1864 - 160 sider |
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... face is ever smiling , Thou fairest of the seven : They only speak of toiling , But thou of rest and heaven . Happy , happy Sunday , " The bell e'en seems to speak , " Give thy Creator one day , Who gives thee all the week . " We'll ...
... face is ever smiling , Thou fairest of the seven : They only speak of toiling , But thou of rest and heaven . Happy , happy Sunday , " The bell e'en seems to speak , " Give thy Creator one day , Who gives thee all the week . " We'll ...
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... face ; Not angels that stand round the Lord Can search His secret will : But they perform His heavenly word , And sing His praises still . Then let me join this holy train , And my first offerings bring : The eternal God will not ...
... face ; Not angels that stand round the Lord Can search His secret will : But they perform His heavenly word , And sing His praises still . Then let me join this holy train , And my first offerings bring : The eternal God will not ...
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... Faces bright : ' Tis a happy sight . Swiftly turning round and round , Do not look upon the ground . Follow me , Full of glee , Singing merrily . Birds are free , So are we ; And we live as happily . Work we do , Study too , For we ...
... Faces bright : ' Tis a happy sight . Swiftly turning round and round , Do not look upon the ground . Follow me , Full of glee , Singing merrily . Birds are free , So are we ; And we live as happily . Work we do , Study too , For we ...
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... face , Through life to guide thee by His grace , Ere yet it be " too late . " C. C. THE LITTLE BOY AND THE SHEEP . LAZY sheep , pray tell me why In the pleasant field you lie , Eating grass and daisies white , From the morning till the ...
... face , Through life to guide thee by His grace , Ere yet it be " too late . " C. C. THE LITTLE BOY AND THE SHEEP . LAZY sheep , pray tell me why In the pleasant field you lie , Eating grass and daisies white , From the morning till the ...
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... face that once like spring - time smiled On earth no more thou'lt see . " A rose's brief bright light of joy , Such unto him was given ; So , thou must play alone , my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven . " " And has be left his birds and ...
... face that once like spring - time smiled On earth no more thou'lt see . " A rose's brief bright light of joy , Such unto him was given ; So , thou must play alone , my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven . " " And has be left his birds and ...
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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 dear mother 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 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 to-day To-morrow Twas Twill twinkle violet voice walk weep wild wings young
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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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!
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 16 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...