Easy Rhymes and Simple Poems for Young ChildrenRoutledge, Warne, & Routledge, 1864 - 160 sider |
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Side 22
... MRS . J. L. ROBERT . THE ENGLISH GIRL . SPORTING On the village green , The pretty English girl is seen ; Or beside her cottage neat , Knitting on the garden seat . Now , within her humble door , Sweeping clean her 22 EASY RHYMES AND.
... MRS . J. L. ROBERT . THE ENGLISH GIRL . SPORTING On the village green , The pretty English girl is seen ; Or beside her cottage neat , Knitting on the garden seat . Now , within her humble door , Sweeping clean her 22 EASY RHYMES AND.
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... seen His kind look when He said , " Let the little ones come unto ME . " Yet still to my Saviour in prayer I may go , And ask for a share in His love ; And if I thus earnestly seek Him below , I shall see Him and hear Him above- In that ...
... seen His kind look when He said , " Let the little ones come unto ME . " Yet still to my Saviour in prayer I may go , And ask for a share in His love ; And if I thus earnestly seek Him below , I shall see Him and hear Him above- In that ...
Side 53
... seen , By the leaves you may know where the violet hath been . MOULTRIE . DRESSING UP . DRESSING UP ! Who can forget- Who , that childhood's days remember , When the days were dark and wet , In the dreary cold December- Dressing up ...
... seen , By the leaves you may know where the violet hath been . MOULTRIE . DRESSING UP . DRESSING UP ! Who can forget- Who , that childhood's days remember , When the days were dark and wet , In the dreary cold December- Dressing up ...
Side 74
... seen , And joins the gay party that sits on the green ; He leans in the door - way , and plays them a tune , And the children all dance by the light of the moon . How often the wretch , in a city so gay , Where pleasure and luxury ...
... seen , And joins the gay party that sits on the green ; He leans in the door - way , and plays them a tune , And the children all dance by the light of the moon . How often the wretch , in a city so gay , Where pleasure and luxury ...
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... seen , With his hands at all clean , Nor yet ever clean was his face . His friends were much hurt To see so much dirt , And often and well did they scour ; But all was in vain , He was dirty again Before they had done it an hour . When ...
... seen , With his hands at all clean , Nor yet ever clean was his face . His friends were much hurt To see so much dirt , And often and well did they scour ; But all was in vain , He was dirty again Before they had done it an hour . When ...
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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...