Child Life: A Collection of PoemsJohn Greenleaf Whittier J. R. Osgood, 1872 - 263 páginas An anthology of poems by nineteenth-century authors from various countries about the experiences of childhood. |
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... Lived an old mother - toad And her little toadie one . " Wink ! " said the mother ; " I wink , " said the one : So she winked and she blinked In the sand , in the sun . Over in the meadow , Where the stream runs blue , Lived an old ...
... Lived an old mother - toad And her little toadie one . " Wink ! " said the mother ; " I wink , " said the one : So she winked and she blinked In the sand , in the sun . Over in the meadow , Where the stream runs blue , Lived an old ...
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... Lived a mother - honeybee And her little honeys five . " Buzz ! " said the mother ; " We buzz , " said the five : So they buzzed and they hummed snug beehive . In the Over in the meadow , In a nest built of sticks , Lived a black mother ...
... Lived a mother - honeybee And her little honeys five . " Buzz ! " said the mother ; " We buzz , " said the five : So they buzzed and they hummed snug beehive . In the Over in the meadow , In a nest built of sticks , Lived a black mother ...
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... Lived a mother - fire - fly And her little flies eleven . " Shine ! " said the mother ; " We shine , " said the eleven : So they shone like stars In the soft summer even . Over in the meadow , Where the men dig and delve , Lived a wise ...
... Lived a mother - fire - fly And her little flies eleven . " Shine ! " said the mother ; " We shine , " said the eleven : So they shone like stars In the soft summer even . Over in the meadow , Where the men dig and delve , Lived a wise ...
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... lived seven years , and was never called pretty ! Her hair was bright red and her eyes were dull blue , And her cheeks were so freckled , They looked like the speckled Wild - lilies , which down in the meadow - lands grew If her eyes ...
... lived seven years , and was never called pretty ! Her hair was bright red and her eyes were dull blue , And her cheeks were so freckled , They looked like the speckled Wild - lilies , which down in the meadow - lands grew If her eyes ...
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... lived at Blenheim then , Yon little stream hard by : They burned his dwelling to the ground , And he was forced to fly ; So with his wife and child he fled , Nor had he where to rest his head . " With fire and sword the country round ...
... lived at Blenheim then , Yon little stream hard by : They burned his dwelling to the ground , And he was forced to fly ; So with his wife and child he fled , Nor had he where to rest his head . " With fire and sword the country round ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alice Cary angel Babie Bell beautiful blessed blossoms blue Bob-o'-link bright bright eyes brown brown thrush Celia Thaxter chee cheek child comes cried Daisies Dandelion dear eyes face fair fairies father feet flowers gates Gilpin glad gray green guilders hair hand happy head hear heard heart heaven John Gilpin kiss Lady Moon laugh light little bird little Christel little Dandelion little Hiawatha little maid Little white Lily look Lucy Larcom Mary Howitt meadow merry minute mix minutes bake mooly cow morning mother nest never night Nokomis o'er Phoebe Cary pipe Piper play pretty Quoth rose round sandpiper shine sing sits sleep smile snow soft song sorrow Spink sweet tell thee There's things Thomas Hood thou thought to-day to-whit tree violets wild William Allingham William Motherwell wind wings wonder wood
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Página 164 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light!
Página 210 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Página 209 - Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother ; And, in the church-yard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Página 240 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case." Said John, "It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.
Página 97 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Página 238 - Were shatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke, As they had basted been. But still he seem'd to carry weight, With leathern girdle braced ; For all might see the bottle-necks, Still dangling at his waist.
Página 164 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Página 237 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, at last it flew away. Then might all people well discern the bottles he had slung; A bottle swinging at each side, as hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out,
Página 143 - Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St.
Página 131 - Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; Sing thy songs of happy cheer!" So I sang the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. "Piper, sit thee down and write In a book, that all may read.