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Стр. 48
... little downy feather . Then high would swell his loving breast He felt so very proud , And he would sidle to the nest , And call to her aloud . And she would raise her glossy head , And make 48 AUNT MARIA'S SWALLOWS .
... little downy feather . Then high would swell his loving breast He felt so very proud , And he would sidle to the nest , And call to her aloud . And she would raise her glossy head , And make 48 AUNT MARIA'S SWALLOWS .
Стр. 69
... breast , He gently sinks to sleep . His lips are red , his teeth like pearls The rogue ! he has but two ; His golden hair , How soft and fair , His eyes , how bright and blue . His tiny hands are white and plump ; And , waking or asleep ...
... breast , He gently sinks to sleep . His lips are red , his teeth like pearls The rogue ! he has but two ; His golden hair , How soft and fair , His eyes , how bright and blue . His tiny hands are white and plump ; And , waking or asleep ...
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... breast with his knees enough to beat the breath out of his body . They both looked as if they would have killed each other if they could . As I came up , William got off from his brother ; but Henry was so bruised and stunned , that he ...
... breast with his knees enough to beat the breath out of his body . They both looked as if they would have killed each other if they could . As I came up , William got off from his brother ; but Henry was so bruised and stunned , that he ...
Стр. 85
... 66 Mother , I'm dying now , There's a deep suffocation on my breast , As if some heavy hand my bosom pressed ; And on my brow I feel the cold sweat stand . Say , mother , is this death ? Mother , THE DYING BOY . 85 The Dying Boy,
... 66 Mother , I'm dying now , There's a deep suffocation on my breast , As if some heavy hand my bosom pressed ; And on my brow I feel the cold sweat stand . Say , mother , is this death ? Mother , THE DYING BOY . 85 The Dying Boy,
Стр. 124
... duty Fill thy happy mother's breast ; And thy father , though he chideth Thy loud , but harmless glee , In his heart no pang abideth Like the thought of losing thee . SEE THE STARS ARE COMING . SEE the stars are 124 ROSY CHILDHOOD .
... duty Fill thy happy mother's breast ; And thy father , though he chideth Thy loud , but harmless glee , In his heart no pang abideth Like the thought of losing thee . SEE THE STARS ARE COMING . SEE the stars are 124 ROSY CHILDHOOD .
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Стр. 120 - Two of us in the church-yard lie, Beneath the church-yard tree." " You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the church-yard 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.
Стр. 162 - MY God, how endless is thy love ! Thy gifts are every evening new ; And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew. 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers.
Стр. 122 - So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you, then," said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Стр. 120 - Then did the little maid reply, " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree.
Стр. 118 - ... -A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
Стр. 240 - TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Стр. 238 - Not there, not there, my child! Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, . And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things? Not there, not there, my child!
Стр. 168 - I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play, When they are angry, roar like lions for their prey.
Стр. 26 - LAMB MARY had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow; And everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go.
Стр. 239 - Not there, not there, my child !" " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair— Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, Far beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, — It is there, it is there, my child !