Songs for the Little Ones at HomeAmerican Tract Society, 1852 - 288 páginas |
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... door , This morn I found a Dolly poor . Once she was new , And pretty too , With cloak and hat , and frock and shoe . But Oh , dear me , A sight to see Has that same Dolly come to be . Her clothes all worn , And soiled and torn ; Alas ...
... door , This morn I found a Dolly poor . Once she was new , And pretty too , With cloak and hat , and frock and shoe . But Oh , dear me , A sight to see Has that same Dolly come to be . Her clothes all worn , And soiled and torn ; Alas ...
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... door , And hide from the snow and the rain . We've clean beds to sleep on , and water to drink , And things very nice for your food ; Come , come , pretty robin , O how can you think To fly off again in the wood ? The bird will not ...
... door , And hide from the snow and the rain . We've clean beds to sleep on , and water to drink , And things very nice for your food ; Come , come , pretty robin , O how can you think To fly off again in the wood ? The bird will not ...
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... ringing ; The brook is babbling , The geese are gabbling ; The pigs are squeaking , The barn - door creaking ; Sally is churning , The grindstone turning ; John is sawing , Willie hurrahing ; The peacock screeching LITTLE ONES AT HOME . 63.
... ringing ; The brook is babbling , The geese are gabbling ; The pigs are squeaking , The barn - door creaking ; Sally is churning , The grindstone turning ; John is sawing , Willie hurrahing ; The peacock screeching LITTLE ONES AT HOME . 63.
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... door : Throw out crumbs , and scatter seed , Let the hungry chickens feed . Call them ; now how fast they run , Gladly , quickly , every one ; Eager , busy hen and chick , Every little morsel pick : See the hen with callow brood , To ...
... door : Throw out crumbs , and scatter seed , Let the hungry chickens feed . Call them ; now how fast they run , Gladly , quickly , every one ; Eager , busy hen and chick , Every little morsel pick : See the hen with callow brood , To ...
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... door ; He asks us for trash , And gives us the cash , And with that we can help the poor . So I'll make some bags , To save all the rags That are scattered about on the floor ; For mother has said , That every thread Will help to buy ...
... door ; He asks us for trash , And gives us the cash , And with that we can help the poor . So I'll make some bags , To save all the rags That are scattered about on the floor ; For mother has said , That every thread Will help to buy ...
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Términos y frases comunes
AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY awake baby bells are ringing blessed bread bright brother busy bee Cherries are ripe chick-a-de-dee cold darling dear little dear mamma Dear Mary eyes Father fear flowers friends gentle give glad glory Good-morning good-night happy happy land Hastings head hear heard heart heaven holy Hushaby Jesus Johnny Bell keep kind kiss kite lambs light little birds little boy little child little children little darling little girl LITTLE PONY look Lord Mary merry mild moolly cow morning mother ne'er nest never nice night Nursery Songs o'er play pleasant poor praise pray prayer pretty thing rest Robert Reid robin Sabbath Sabbath-day Saviour sing sister sleep smile snow soft soon soul sweet sweetly Taylor tell thee There's things thou to-day tree walk warm watch wings young
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Página 270 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea ; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free ! The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared, — This was their welcome home.
Página 141 - Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell." She answered, "Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea; "Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Página 58 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Página 109 - In works of labour, or of skill, I would be busy too ; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
Página 142 - And often after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there.
Página 263 - 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!
Página 167 - WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER? 1. WHAT is that, mother ? — The lark, my child. The morn has but just looked out and smiled, When he starts from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. 2. What is that, mother ? — The dove, my son.
Página 194 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Página 269 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came, Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame ; Not as the flying come, In silence...
Página 224 - I think, when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How He called little children as lambs to His fold, I should like to have been with them then.