Easy Rhymes and Simple Poems for Young ChildrenRoutledge, Warne, & Routledge, 1864 - 160 sider |
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... tree The Little Boy and the Stars Little Rain - drops ...... 89 M. A. Stodart 90 H. Carpenter 92 Mrs. Gilham 93 ... Dr. Watts 94 95 Sunday School Reciter 96 97 Aunt Effie's Rhymes 98 Aunt Effie's Rhymes 99 Aunt Effie's Rhymes 101 To a ...
... tree The Little Boy and the Stars Little Rain - drops ...... 89 M. A. Stodart 90 H. Carpenter 92 Mrs. Gilham 93 ... Dr. Watts 94 95 Sunday School Reciter 96 97 Aunt Effie's Rhymes 98 Aunt Effie's Rhymes 99 Aunt Effie's Rhymes 101 To a ...
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... trees ; I love the gentle , murmuring stream ; I love the evening breeze . I love the bright and glorious sun , That gives us light and heat ; I love the pearly drops of dew , That sparkle ' neath my feet . I love to hear the busy hum ...
... trees ; I love the gentle , murmuring stream ; I love the evening breeze . I love the bright and glorious sun , That gives us light and heat ; I love the pearly drops of dew , That sparkle ' neath my feet . I love to hear the busy hum ...
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... tree . The dew drops on the summer morn Sparkle upon the grass ; The village children brush them off That through the meadows pass . There are no gems in monarchs ' crowns More beautiful than they ; And yet we scarcely notice them , But ...
... tree . The dew drops on the summer morn Sparkle upon the grass ; The village children brush them off That through the meadows pass . There are no gems in monarchs ' crowns More beautiful than they ; And yet we scarcely notice them , But ...
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... tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load- Oh ! call him back to me ! " " He would not hear thy voice , fair child- He may not come to thee ! The face that once like spring - time smiled On earth no more thou'lt see . " A rose's brief ...
... tree ; Our vine is drooping with its load- Oh ! call him back to me ! " " He would not hear thy voice , fair child- He may not come to thee ! The face that once like spring - time smiled On earth no more thou'lt see . " A rose's brief ...
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... tree ; The hen sat quietly at home , The cock sang merrily ; And all the little young ones said , " Wee , wee , wee , wee , wee , wee . " One day ( the sun was warm and bright , 70 EASY RHYMES AND The Muffin-Man's Bell Aunt Effie's ...
... tree ; The hen sat quietly at home , The cock sang merrily ; And all the little young ones said , " Wee , wee , wee , wee , wee , wee . " One day ( the sun was warm and bright , 70 EASY RHYMES AND The Muffin-Man's Bell Aunt Effie's ...
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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...