A poetry book for children [ed. by J.C.].D. Appleton & Company, 1854 - 144 páginas |
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... cold weather . I don't mean to hurt you , you poor little thing , And pussy - cat is not behind me ; So hop about pretty , and put down your wing , And pick up the crumbs , and don't mind me ! Cold Winter is come , but it will not last ...
... cold weather . I don't mean to hurt you , you poor little thing , And pussy - cat is not behind me ; So hop about pretty , and put down your wing , And pick up the crumbs , and don't mind me ! Cold Winter is come , but it will not last ...
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... cold , the nights are long , The north - wind sings a doleful song ; Then hush again upon my breast ; All merry things are now at rest , Save thee , my pretty love ! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth , The crickets long 30 A Poetry Book ...
... cold , the nights are long , The north - wind sings a doleful song ; Then hush again upon my breast ; All merry things are now at rest , Save thee , my pretty love ! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth , The crickets long 30 A Poetry Book ...
Página 31
... Cold , ah , very cold you'd be , If you had not wool from me . True , it seems a pleasant thing Nipping daisies in for Children . 31 The Little Boy and the Sheep.
... Cold , ah , very cold you'd be , If you had not wool from me . True , it seems a pleasant thing Nipping daisies in for Children . 31 The Little Boy and the Sheep.
Página 32
... cold and dewy grass , Or pick my scanty dinner where All the ground is brown and bare . Then the farmer comes at last , When the merry Spring is past , Cuts my woolly fleece away For your coat in wintry day . Little master , this is why ...
... cold and dewy grass , Or pick my scanty dinner where All the ground is brown and bare . Then the farmer comes at last , When the merry Spring is past , Cuts my woolly fleece away For your coat in wintry day . Little master , this is why ...
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... cold , the worms are hid , For this poor bird what can be done ? We'll strew him here some crumbs of bread , And then he'll live till the snows are gone . THE STARS AND THE BABIES . WHEN the stars go to sleep , The babies awake , And ...
... cold , the worms are hid , For this poor bird what can be done ? We'll strew him here some crumbs of bread , And then he'll live till the snows are gone . THE STARS AND THE BABIES . WHEN the stars go to sleep , The babies awake , And ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ask'd baby beautiful Beneath blue breast bright brings brook brother butterfly canst cheer child churchyard cold cowslip creature daisies darling dear Dormouse eyes Father flowers gentle river girl glad glad song gone grass green happy HARRISON WEIR hear heard heart hill James Cooper kite fly kittens Ladybird lamb lark laughing little bird little children little Maid little Robin look look'd meadows merry moon morning mother never night o'er peeping pitter patter play pleasant poor porringer pretty little pretty things Rose round S. V. Slader SAMUEL PALMER shining sing sister skies sleep smiled snow song soon Spider spring squirrel stars summer sweet tell thee There's thing Thomas Bolton thou to-day tree turn'd Turtle-dove Twas violets walk walk'd WALKING SONG warm WILLIAM HEMSLEY wind wing winter wood Wood-Mouse wren builds young
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Página 126 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done; And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round...
Página 73 - THE frost looked forth one still clear night, And whispered, " Now I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way : I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain, But I'll be as busy as they.
Página 113 - What ails thee, young one ? what ? Why pull so at thy cord ? Is it not well with thee ? well both for bed and board ? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be ; Rest, little young one, rest ; what is't that aileth thee?
Página 127 - twas all about," Young Peterkin he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; "Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.
Página 103 - ... -A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
Página 102 - 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! At last, Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast. He...
Página 73 - I'll be as busy as they." 2. Then he flew to the mountain, and powdered its crest; He lit on the trees, and their boughs he dressed In diamond beads; and over the breast Of the quivering lake, he spread A coat of mail, that it need not fear The downward point of many a spear, That he hung on its margin, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head.
Página 128 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory.
Página 74 - He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane, like a fairy, crept; Wherever he breathed, wherever he...
Página 126 - Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found, That was so large, and smooth, and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he,...