Songs for the Little Ones at HomeAmerican Tract Society, 1852 - 288 sider |
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Side 11
... mother is coming , Oh see how she's running , To learn what the matter can be ; But she soon will find out What it is all about ; And how very sorry is she . My little babe must never fret , And put himself LITTLE ONES AT HOME . 11.
... mother is coming , Oh see how she's running , To learn what the matter can be ; But she soon will find out What it is all about ; And how very sorry is she . My little babe must never fret , And put himself LITTLE ONES AT HOME . 11.
Side 12
... see your dear mother , And sister and brother , Who always are loving and true ; And when they're away , Lie still , laugh , and play , They'll soon come again back to you . SWEETLY SLEEP . Sleep , my baby - sleep ,. 12 SONGS FOR THE.
... see your dear mother , And sister and brother , Who always are loving and true ; And when they're away , Lie still , laugh , and play , They'll soon come again back to you . SWEETLY SLEEP . Sleep , my baby - sleep ,. 12 SONGS FOR THE.
Side 17
... Soon you'll get to mother dear ; There , she comes along at last : Here's my finger , hold it fast . Now , one pretty little kiss , After such a walk as this . Taylor . DRESSED OR UNDRESSED . When children are naughty , and. 2 * LITTLE ...
... Soon you'll get to mother dear ; There , she comes along at last : Here's my finger , hold it fast . Now , one pretty little kiss , After such a walk as this . Taylor . DRESSED OR UNDRESSED . When children are naughty , and. 2 * LITTLE ...
Side 41
... soon be in his snare , Buzzing without heed or care . There , the little fly is caught By the spider , quick as thought ; Lo , he binds and bites the fly : Silly creature , you must die . Careless children , like the fly , Do not think ...
... soon be in his snare , Buzzing without heed or care . There , the little fly is caught By the spider , quick as thought ; Lo , he binds and bites the fly : Silly creature , you must die . Careless children , like the fly , Do not think ...
Side 42
... soon flew away . And while he sat crying and sighing and sad , Charley Gray came that way , a good - natured lad . " Don't cry , wipe your eye , " said he , " little Jack , Stay here , never fear , and I'll soon bring it back . ' Up the ...
... soon flew away . And while he sat crying and sighing and sad , Charley Gray came that way , a good - natured lad . " Don't cry , wipe your eye , " said he , " little Jack , Stay here , never fear , and I'll soon bring it back . ' Up the ...
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AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY awake baby bells are ringing blessed bread bright brother busy bee Cherries are ripe chick-a-de-dee cold darling dear little dear mamma Dear Mary 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 lambs light little birds little boy little child little children little darling little girl LITTLE PONY look Lord Mary merry mild moolly cow morning mother ne'er nest never nice night Nursery Songs o'er play pleasant poor praise pray prayer pretty thing rest Robert Reid robin Sabbath Sabbath-day Saviour sing sister sleep smile snow soft soon soul sweet sweetly Taylor tell thee There's things thou to-day tree walk warm watch wings young
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Side 270 - 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 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 142 - And often after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there.
Side 263 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,— Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head— poor foolish thing!
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 194 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Side 269 - 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 224 - I think, when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How He called little children as lambs to His fold, I should like to have been with them then.