The Child's Illustrated Poetry BookGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1868 - 102 sider |
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Side 13
... door to door . How many children in the street Half - naked I behold ; While I am clothed from head to feet , And cover'd from the cold . While some poor creatures scarce can tell Where they may. BLIND.
... door to door . How many children in the street Half - naked I behold ; While I am clothed from head to feet , And cover'd from the cold . While some poor creatures scarce can tell Where they may. BLIND.
Side 13
... door to door . How many children in the street Half - naked I behold ; While I am clothed from head to feet , And cover'd from the cold . While some poor creatures scarce can tell Where they may. BLIND.
... door to door . How many children in the street Half - naked I behold ; While I am clothed from head to feet , And cover'd from the cold . While some poor creatures scarce can tell Where they may. BLIND.
Side 32
... door that is open'd , And voices soft and sweet . From my study I see , in the lamplight , Descending the broad hall ... doors left unguarded , They enter my castle wall ! They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair ...
... door that is open'd , And voices soft and sweet . From my study I see , in the lamplight , Descending the broad hall ... doors left unguarded , They enter my castle wall ! They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair ...
Side 54
... door . The hen cackles , The duck quackles ; The clock strikes Six : Time to get up , and pick mother some sticks . The cook will bake A nice little cake ; The clock strikes Seven : Put on a pudding , and boil till eleven . You shall be ...
... door . The hen cackles , The duck quackles ; The clock strikes Six : Time to get up , and pick mother some sticks . The cook will bake A nice little cake ; The clock strikes Seven : Put on a pudding , and boil till eleven . You shall be ...
Side 68
... door , And opening , there stood a boy Of some ten years or more . He was a bright and happy child , With cheeks of ruddy hue , And eyes that ' neath their lashes smiled , And glitter'd like the dew . " Dear sir , " he said , in native ...
... door , And opening , there stood a boy Of some ten years or more . He was a bright and happy child , With cheeks of ruddy hue , And eyes that ' neath their lashes smiled , And glitter'd like the dew . " Dear sir , " he said , in native ...
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birdie blind boy Bob-o-link bread bright brother busy bee Cheshire cheese chick-a-de-dee CHILD'S OWN BOOK CHILDREN'S HOUR chuck clock strikes CLOCK STRIKES TWELVE clocking hen cries dark dear dormouse ELIZA COOK eyes flowers gentle happy hear heart Heaven holy hour HYMNS AND RHYMES ILLUSTRATED POETRY BOOK INFANT'S MAGAZINE Jesus kiss kitty little birds little boy little child little darlings little mousie little Robin Redbreast Little Willie Lord love Thee mamma Mary merry naughty nest From little never nice nest night NURSERY RHYMES o'er peep pet lamb play play'd plum-tree to-day Poor babes pray prayer PUSSY-CAT scrabble shining sleep SONGS FOR LITTLE soul spring squirrel stars stole a nest stole four eggs stole that pretty summer sweet tease my mother tell thank thing to-whee to-whit tree Twas walk warm winter wood word
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Side 14 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Side 31 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Side 21 - WHATEVER brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home; Where sisters dwell and brothers meet Quarrels should never come. Birds in their little nests agree ; And 'tis a shameful sight, When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.
Side 23 - DOGS DELIGHT to bark and bite, For God hath made them so; Let bears and lions growl and fight. For 'tis their nature too. But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise; Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes.
Side 104 - 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 15 - They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his mouse- Tower on the Rhine!
Side 39 - TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Side 72 - Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep : If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Side 15 - Such an old moustache as I am Is not a match for you all ! I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart.
Side 13 - WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see ! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me ? Not more than others I deserve, Yet God has given me more ; For I have food, while others starve, Or beg from door to door.