Songs for the Little Ones at HomeAmerican Tract Society, 1852 - 288 sider |
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Side 14
... sing among the trees , Lambs that in the meadows run . I'll be very kind to you , Never strike or make you cry , As some naughty children do , Quite forgetting God is nigh . Shake your rattle - here it is- Listen to its merry noise ...
... sing among the trees , Lambs that in the meadows run . I'll be very kind to you , Never strike or make you cry , As some naughty children do , Quite forgetting God is nigh . Shake your rattle - here it is- Listen to its merry noise ...
Side 16
... Singing thee an evening song . Lullaby , sweet lullaby ! GOOD CHARLOTTE . ' Mamma , my head , " poor Anna said , " So very badly aches ; Tell sister there , I cannot bear The tiresome noise she makes . " Taylor . " I'm sure , " said ...
... Singing thee an evening song . Lullaby , sweet lullaby ! GOOD CHARLOTTE . ' Mamma , my head , " poor Anna said , " So very badly aches ; Tell sister there , I cannot bear The tiresome noise she makes . " Taylor . " I'm sure , " said ...
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... sing , Like busy bee , and bird ; Nor does it , like the prudent ant , Lay up the grain for times of want- A wise and cautious hoard . My youth is but a summer's day ; Then like the bee and ant , I'll lay A store of learning by ; And ...
... sing , Like busy bee , and bird ; Nor does it , like the prudent ant , Lay up the grain for times of want- A wise and cautious hoard . My youth is but a summer's day ; Then like the bee and ant , I'll lay A store of learning by ; And ...
Side 28
... sing . See the kinder shepherds round him , Telling wonders from the sky ; Where they sought him , there they found With his virgin mother by . [ him , See the lovely babe a dressing ; Lovely infant , 28 SONGS FOR THE.
... sing . See the kinder shepherds round him , Telling wonders from the sky ; Where they sought him , there they found With his virgin mother by . [ him , See the lovely babe a dressing ; Lovely infant , 28 SONGS FOR THE.
Side 29
... sing his praise . I could give thee thousand kisses , Hoping what I most desire ; Not a mother's fondest wishes Can to greater joys aspire . THE PIGEON . Coo ! coo ! pretty pigeon , all day , Dr. Watts . Coo ! coo ! to your children and ...
... sing his praise . I could give thee thousand kisses , Hoping what I most desire ; Not a mother's fondest wishes Can to greater joys aspire . THE PIGEON . Coo ! coo ! pretty pigeon , all day , Dr. Watts . Coo ! coo ! to your children and ...
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AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY baby bells are ringing blessed bread bright brother busy bee Cherries are ripe Chick-a-de-dee cold darling David Paton dear little dear mamma eyes father fear flowers friends gentle give glad glory Good-morning good-night happy happy land Hastings head hear heard heart heaven holy Hushaby Jesus Johnny Bell keep kind kiss kite light little birds little boy little child little children little darling little girl LITTLE PONY look Lord Mary merry mild moolly cow morning naughty ne'er nest never nice night Nursery Songs o'er play pleasant poor praise pray prayer pretty pretty thing rest Robert Reid robin round Sabbath Sabbath-day Saviour sing sister sleep smile snow soft soon sure sweet sweetly Taylor tell thee There's things thou to-day tree walk warm watch wings young
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Side 272 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea ; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free ! The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared, — This was their welcome home.
Side 141 - Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell." She answered, "Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea; "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 270 - Speak, father !" once again he cried, " If I may yet be gone : And — " 'but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Side 58 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Side 109 - In works of labour, or of skill, I would be busy too ; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
Side 140 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
Side 271 - While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They wrapt the ship in splendour wild, They caught the flag on high, And streamed above the gallant child, Like banners in the sky. There came a burst of thunder sound, — The boy ! — oh, where was he ? Ask of the winds, that far around With fragments strewed the sea, — With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part ; But the noblest thing that perished there, Was that young faithful heart ! THOMAS...
Side 269 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but he 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. The...
Side 271 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came, Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame ; Not as the flying come, In silence...
Side 141 - And often after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there.