The New year's gift; and juvenile souvenir, ed. by mrs. Alaric WattsPriscilla Maden Watts 1829 |
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... remember the first time I saw them in the woods , amongst the thick clusters of the green cocoa - nuts , ' or peeping from underneath the long feather - like leaves that crowned the summit of the trees . I was then a youngster in a ship ...
... remember the first time I saw them in the woods , amongst the thick clusters of the green cocoa - nuts , ' or peeping from underneath the long feather - like leaves that crowned the summit of the trees . I was then a youngster in a ship ...
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... remember several laughable scenes between them ; but the following may be taken as a specimen of the general entertainment . The steward had one afternoon arranged the tea things in the cabin , and the table standing immedi- ately under ...
... remember several laughable scenes between them ; but the following may be taken as a specimen of the general entertainment . The steward had one afternoon arranged the tea things in the cabin , and the table standing immedi- ately under ...
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... remember his trip to the West Indies ; and , above all , the monkey , - for the mark of Jack's teeth upon his left hand , he will most THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD . A new Version . probably carry with him to the grave . ANECDOTES OF ...
... remember his trip to the West Indies ; and , above all , the monkey , - for the mark of Jack's teeth upon his left hand , he will most THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD . A new Version . probably carry with him to the grave . ANECDOTES OF ...
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... hand of God ; and that Albert ever continued to remember with gratitude , and to repay with kindness , the affection and the services of his beloved sister . THE DEAD ROBIN . BY THE AUTHOR OF SOLITARY HOURS 1 3 ROSALIE . 89.
... hand of God ; and that Albert ever continued to remember with gratitude , and to repay with kindness , the affection and the services of his beloved sister . THE DEAD ROBIN . BY THE AUTHOR OF SOLITARY HOURS 1 3 ROSALIE . 89.
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... remember she was fair ; And how she kindly looked and smiled , When she would fondly stroke my hair , And call me her beloved child . III . " Before my mother went away , You never sighed as now you do ; You used to join us at our play ...
... remember she was fair ; And how she kindly looked and smiled , When she would fondly stroke my hair , And call me her beloved child . III . " Before my mother went away , You never sighed as now you do ; You used to join us at our play ...
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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.