The Old Farm Gate: Containing Stories and Poems for Children and YouthDaniels & Smith. No. 36 North Sixth Street, 1852 - Всего страниц: 159 |
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angel band Art thou happy babe beautiful birds bless blossoms fall boy that died breast breath bright calm CHAPTER close to thee Colin dear child dear children dear mamma dew-drop dream dreamers e'er earth eyes father flowers gentle glad go home go to sleep going to read Good-night Harry and Mary hath hear heart heaven husband James Brown killed cock-robin kindly kiss little angel little boy little Cora little Cordelia little girl Little Jack Horner Little Mary little poem little sister Love thy mother merville mild morning never nice o'er oh how happy Oh yes Old Farm Gate Pebble pleasant poet poor pray pretty promised rain-drop replied RICHARD COE saw him die scratch'd sigh skies smil smile snow-flakes Somerville told soon sorrow soul sweet little tell tender Thine thing thought to-morrow night to-night trundle bed unfill'd vacant chair whispering wings words
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Стр. 98 - The Acorn was shocked at this rude salute, And lay for a moment abashed and mute ; She never before had been so near This gravelly ball, the mundane sphere ; And she felt for a time at a loss to know How to answer a thing so coarse and low.
Стр. 86 - the captain shouted As he staggered down the stairs. But his little daughter whispered, As she took his icy hand : " Isn't God upon the ocean Just the same as on the land...
Стр. 97 - Nor time nor seasons can alter me ; I am abiding, while ages flee. The pelting hail and the drizzling rain Have tried to soften me, long, in vain ; And the tender dew has sought to melt, Or touch my heart, but it was not felt.
Стр. 98 - Since it has happened that I am thrown From the lighter element, where I grew. Down to another, so hard and new. And beside a personage so august, Abased, I will cover my head with dust, And quickly retire from the sight of one Whom time, nor season, nor storm, nor sun, Nor the gentle dew, nor the grinding heel Has ever subdued, or made to feel ! " And soon, in the earth, she sunk away From the comfortless spot where the Pebble lay.
Стр. 99 - Has ever subdued, or made to feel !" And soon in the earth she sunk away, From the comfortless spot where the Pebble lay. But it was not long ere the soil was broke...
Стр. 109 - Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!
Стр. 102 - THERE WAS A MAN IN OUR TOWN. There was a man in our town, And he was wondrous wise ; He jumped into a bramble bush, And scratched out both his eyes : And when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main He jumped into another bush, And scratched them in again.
Стр. 57 - THE LITTLE BOY THAT DIED. I AM all alone in my chamber now, And the midnight hour is near; And the fagot's crack and, the clock's dull tick Are the only sounds I hear, And over my soul in its solitude, Sweet feelings of sadness glide; For my heart and my eyes are full when I think Of the little boy that died.
Стр. 1 - Speak gently to the little child, Its love be sure to gain ; Teach it, in accents soft and mild : It may not long remain.
Стр. 95 - The widow's lips impulsive moved ; The mother's grief, though unreproved, Softened, as her trembling tongue Repeated what the infant sung ; And the sad lover, with a start, Conn'd it over to his heart. And though the child — if child it were, And not a seraph sitting there — Was seen no more, the sorrowing three Went on their way resignedly, The song still ringing in their ears — Was it music of the spheres ? Who shall tell ? They did not know, — But in the midst of deepest woe The strain...