Songs for the Little Ones at HomeAmerican Tract Society, 1852 - Всего страниц: 288 |
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... LAMBS . Mamma , let's go and see the lambs ; This warm and sunny day I think must make them very glad , And full of fun and play . Ah , there they are . You pretty things ! 66 SONGS FOR THE.
... LAMBS . Mamma , let's go and see the lambs ; This warm and sunny day I think must make them very glad , And full of fun and play . Ah , there they are . You pretty things ! 66 SONGS FOR THE.
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... lamb , you see I don't Intend to do you harm . Child's Book of Poetry . WHAT WOULD PUSS SAY ? " What would our pussy say , If she could only talk ? " She'd say she loved to play , And scamper round the walk ; And when she's tired with ...
... lamb , you see I don't Intend to do you harm . Child's Book of Poetry . WHAT WOULD PUSS SAY ? " What would our pussy say , If she could only talk ? " She'd say she loved to play , And scamper round the walk ; And when she's tired with ...
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... LAMB'S LULLABY . The pretty little lambs that lie , And sleep upon the grass , Have none to sing them lullaby But the night winds as they pass . While I , a happy little maid , Bid dear papa good - night ; And in my crib so warm am laid ...
... LAMB'S LULLABY . The pretty little lambs that lie , And sleep upon the grass , Have none to sing them lullaby But the night winds as they pass . While I , a happy little maid , Bid dear papa good - night ; And in my crib so warm am laid ...
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... lambs , my love , How safe and calm they rest ; But you a Shepherd have above , Of all kind shepherds best . His lambs he gathers in his arms , And in his bosom bears ; How blest , how safe from all alarms , Each child his love who ...
... lambs , my love , How safe and calm they rest ; But you a Shepherd have above , Of all kind shepherds best . His lambs he gathers in his arms , And in his bosom bears ; How blest , how safe from all alarms , Each child his love who ...
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... would be a shocking sight . Just like pretty little lambs , Softly skipping by their dams ; We'll be gentle all the day , Love to learn as well as play . แ THE SHADOWS . The candles are lighted , the 74 SONGS FOR THE.
... would be a shocking sight . Just like pretty little lambs , Softly skipping by their dams ; We'll be gentle all the day , Love to learn as well as play . แ THE SHADOWS . The candles are lighted , the 74 SONGS FOR THE.
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 58 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Стр. 109 - In works of labour, or of skill, I would be busy too ; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
Стр. 142 - And often after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 194 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.