Songs for the Little Ones at HomeAmerican Tract Society, 1852 - 288 sider |
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... from " Hastings ' Nursery Songs , " published by M. W. Dodd , New York , are in that work set to music for the young . 287534 Entered according to the Act of Congress , in the 1 * Regard for the interests of little readers ...
... from " Hastings ' Nursery Songs , " published by M. W. Dodd , New York , are in that work set to music for the young . 287534 Entered according to the Act of Congress , in the 1 * Regard for the interests of little readers ...
Side 53
... young man With a gun came along He killed and he carried My sweet bird away , And she no more will sing At the dawn of the day . 5 * Child's Book of Poetry THE SLED - RIDE . Down , down the hill LITTLE ONES AT HOME . 53.
... young man With a gun came along He killed and he carried My sweet bird away , And she no more will sing At the dawn of the day . 5 * Child's Book of Poetry THE SLED - RIDE . Down , down the hill LITTLE ONES AT HOME . 53.
Side 57
... 've clean beds to sleep on , and water to drink , And things very nice for your food ; Come , come , pretty robin , O how can you think To fly off again in the wood ? The bird will not listen ; but children young ,. LITTLE ONES AT HOME .
... 've clean beds to sleep on , and water to drink , And things very nice for your food ; Come , come , pretty robin , O how can you think To fly off again in the wood ? The bird will not listen ; but children young ,. LITTLE ONES AT HOME .
Side 58
Mary O. Ward. The bird will not listen ; but children young , That are hungry , or cold , or wet , May share in my cottage , and join in my song , And they shall have plenty to eat . Hastings ' " Nursery Songs . " LITTLE THINGS . Little ...
Mary O. Ward. The bird will not listen ; but children young , That are hungry , or cold , or wet , May share in my cottage , and join in my song , And they shall have plenty to eat . Hastings ' " Nursery Songs . " LITTLE THINGS . Little ...
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... young helpless lambs , poor things , Have none to lull them so . Haste , kind mamma , and call them here , Where they'll be warm as I ; For in the chilly fields , I fear , Before the morn they ' ll die . MOTHER . The lambs sleep in the ...
... young helpless lambs , poor things , Have none to lull them so . Haste , kind mamma , and call them here , Where they'll be warm as I ; For in the chilly fields , I fear , Before the morn they ' ll die . MOTHER . The lambs sleep in the ...
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AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY awake baby blessed Book of Poetry bread bright brother busy bee chick-a-de-dee Child's Book cold darling dear little dear mother Dolly door eyes Father fear flowers friends gentle give glad glory Good-morning happy Hastings head hear heart heathen heaven holy Hushaby Jesus Johnny Bell kind kiss kite lark let me love light little birds little boy little child little children little darling little girl little lamb little maid LITTLE PONY live look Lord mamma Mary merry mild moolly cow morning naughty nest never nice night Nursery Songs o'er play pleasant praise prayer pretty rest Robert Reid round Saviour shines sing sleep smile snow soft soon soul sweet sweetly Taylor teach tell temper thank thee There's things thou to-day tree warm watch wings young
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Side 58 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Side 120 - MARY had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow ; And everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go. He followed her to school one day — That was against the rule ; It made the children laugh and play To see a lamb at school.
Side 167 - WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER? 1. 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. 2. What is that, mother ? — The dove, my son.
Side 218 - Anouiro the throne of God in heaven, Thousands of children stand ; Children whose sins are all forgiven, A holy, happy band. Singing glory, glory, Glory be to God on high.
Side 143 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side". "How many are you, then, "said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Side 110 - How skilfully she builds her cell! How neat she spreads the wax ! 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.
Side 141 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Side 197 - And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye . Till the sun is in the sky. As your bright and tiny spark Lights the traveller in the dark, Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Side 140 - 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. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Side 219 - What brought them to that world above, That heaven so bright and fair, Where all is peace, and joy, and love ? How came those children there ? Singing glory, glory, glory.