The New year's gift; and juvenile souvenir, ed. by mrs. Alaric WattsPriscilla Maden Watts 1829 |
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... the Lady Anne Mowbray . To J. Green , Esq . , for the Boy and Dog . To T. Brown , Esq . , for the Cottage Door ; by Hamilton . To R. Farrier , Esq . , for the Boy and But- terfly . To W. Behnes , Esq . , for his Bust viii PREFACE .
... the Lady Anne Mowbray . To J. Green , Esq . , for the Boy and Dog . To T. Brown , Esq . , for the Cottage Door ; by Hamilton . To R. Farrier , Esq . , for the Boy and But- terfly . To W. Behnes , Esq . , for his Bust viii PREFACE .
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... Door . By F. Engleheart , from a paint- ing by W. Hamilton , R. A. 103 145 . 163 XI . Hubert and Arthur . By J. Baker , from a painting by J. Northcote , R. A. XII . Boy and Butterfly . By J. Baker , from a painting 194 - - 221 by R ...
... Door . By F. Engleheart , from a paint- ing by W. Hamilton , R. A. 103 145 . 163 XI . Hubert and Arthur . By J. Baker , from a painting by J. Northcote , R. A. XII . Boy and Butterfly . By J. Baker , from a painting 194 - - 221 by R ...
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... Door . By T. K. HERVEY , Esq . 194 The Spanish Widow . By the Author of " The Step- Brothers . " · = 196 The Reed - Sparrow's Nest . By the Author of " Solitary Hours . " Extraordinary Anecdotes of two Robin - Redbreasts . By JAMES ...
... Door . By T. K. HERVEY , Esq . 194 The Spanish Widow . By the Author of " The Step- Brothers . " · = 196 The Reed - Sparrow's Nest . By the Author of " Solitary Hours . " Extraordinary Anecdotes of two Robin - Redbreasts . By JAMES ...
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... doors of the stable being , at that very moment , thrown open , and a number of fierce - looking Indians suddenly rushing in . Two of them immediately seized on Diego , the servant , and carried him out by force , whilst poor Manuel ...
... doors of the stable being , at that very moment , thrown open , and a number of fierce - looking Indians suddenly rushing in . Two of them immediately seized on Diego , the servant , and carried him out by force , whilst poor Manuel ...
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Priscilla Maden Watts. bride was received by the Bishop of Norwich at the chapel door , and the king himself gave her away . It was a beautiful sight , to see so young and inno- cent a pair take their place before the altar with composed ...
Priscilla Maden Watts. bride was received by the Bishop of Norwich at the chapel door , and the king himself gave her away . It was a beautiful sight , to see so young and inno- cent a pair take their place before the altar with composed ...
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Adam Hartly Albert amused Anne Mowbray Antonia arms Arthur beautiful birds bless blossoms brother Brown & Green Camanches Caroline child cottage cricket cyclamen Dauphiny dead dear door Duke DUKE OF CUMBERLAND Duke of Gloucester Duke of York Emma enemy Engraved eyes father favourite fear felt flowers Frank Howard friends garden gentle George Lucas girl ground grow hand happy head heard heart herbier hope Horace horses hour Indians Jacko Johnny kind king kiss ladies leaves look Lord Lord Protector maize Malsanger mamma miss thee monkey morning mother nest never night o'er painting parents Paula plant play poor Manuel pretty Prince Rantzl Red River remember returned Rosalie Rosalie's rose Sandleford seed shew sister smile soon sorrow stood sweet Tauny tears thing thou thought tree voice W Fry Walford whilst wigwam window wing wood young readers
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Página 52 - 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! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He...
Página 52 - And now, dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed; Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye, And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
Página 49 - Oh, no, no," said the little fly, " to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair, can ne'er come down again." "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around ; the sheets are fine and thin, And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in ! "
Página 51 - said the Spider, ' you're witty and you're wise ; How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes ! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf, If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.' ' I thank you, gentle sir,' she said, ' for what you're pleased to say, And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day.
Página 50 - I do To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you? I have, within my pantry, Good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome — Will you please to take a slice?" "O no, no," said the little fly, "Kind sir, that cannot be; I've heard what's in your pantry, And I do not wish to see.
Página 51 - Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing ; Your robes are green and purple — there's a crest upon your head ; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead...
Página 29 - And has he left his birds and flowers; And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? " And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me play'd, Would I had loved him more !
Página 28 - OH ! call my brother back to me ! I cannot play alone ; The Summer comes with flower and bee — Where is my brother gone ? " The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back ! " The flowers run wild — the flowers we sow'd Around our garden tree; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him back to me...
Página 29 - A rose's brief bright life of joy, Such unto him was given ; Go — thou must play alone, my boy! Thy brother is in heaven." "And has he left his birds and flowers; And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? " And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me play'd, Would I had loved him more !
Página 160 - The moment that the wreck went down, My father seized me fast, And leaping 'mid the thundering waves, Seized on the broken mast : I know not how he bore me up, My senses seemed to swim, A shuddering horror chilled my brain, And stiffened every limb.