The New year's gift; and juvenile souvenir, ed. by mrs. Alaric WattsPriscilla Maden Watts 1829 |
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... a comely boy , With sparkling eye and rosy cheek , And one , her mother's younger joy , A girl of beauty , mild and meek . 1 1 Painted by Mifs Dagley . Engraved by J.C.Edwards . The Children in the Wood A new Version By J Wiffen, Esq.
... a comely boy , With sparkling eye and rosy cheek , And one , her mother's younger joy , A girl of beauty , mild and meek . 1 1 Painted by Mifs Dagley . Engraved by J.C.Edwards . The Children in the Wood A new Version By J Wiffen, Esq.
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... girl did nought but say , " Mamma's gone too to London town ; With her we'll ride with her we'll play . " VIII . The prattling of that sweet fair child , Ere they had reached the greenwood glen , To softening pity had beguiled The ...
... girl did nought but say , " Mamma's gone too to London town ; With her we'll ride with her we'll play . " VIII . The prattling of that sweet fair child , Ere they had reached the greenwood glen , To softening pity had beguiled The ...
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... girl — not more , perhaps , than eight years old — had employed herself , during her play hours , in a pursuit that had no doubt been to her a source of much childish delight . It was not painting that was Rosalie's pur- suit there were ...
... girl — not more , perhaps , than eight years old — had employed herself , during her play hours , in a pursuit that had no doubt been to her a source of much childish delight . It was not painting that was Rosalie's pur- suit there were ...
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... girls were standing with baskets of vegetables , butter , and eggs , —and some few with flowers ; among the lat- ter , Rosalie took her place : being a stranger to the market girls , all of whom knew each other , and her little basket ...
... girls were standing with baskets of vegetables , butter , and eggs , —and some few with flowers ; among the lat- ter , Rosalie took her place : being a stranger to the market girls , all of whom knew each other , and her little basket ...
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... girls , one by one , leave their stations , having sold the contents of their baskets , her heart quite failed her , and with tears in her eyes , she put her herbier into her basket , and went in search of the relation's house where she ...
... girls , one by one , leave their stations , having sold the contents of their baskets , her heart quite failed her , and with tears in her eyes , she put her herbier into her basket , and went in search of the relation's house where she ...
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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.