The garland; or, Poetry for childhood and youth1850 |
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... song will my care repay ; I would not hurt you , my pretty thing , I love too well to hear you sing . BROTHERLY LOVE . gay , The God of heaven is pleased to see Brothers and sisters who agree , And listens to the praise they bring ...
... song will my care repay ; I would not hurt you , my pretty thing , I love too well to hear you sing . BROTHERLY LOVE . gay , The God of heaven is pleased to see Brothers and sisters who agree , And listens to the praise they bring ...
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... song To the pleasant morning light : Why linger in my nest so long , When the sun is shining bright ; My little boy , this is why I sing so early in the sky . To the little birds below , I do sing a merry tune ; And I let the ploughman ...
... song To the pleasant morning light : Why linger in my nest so long , When the sun is shining bright ; My little boy , this is why I sing so early in the sky . To the little birds below , I do sing a merry tune ; And I let the ploughman ...
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... song . THE LITTLE CHILD TO ITS MOTHER . CHILD . I have often had it told to me , That God can little children see , As well by night as in the day , And that he hears whate'er they say ; And I've been told that God takes care Of little ...
... song . THE LITTLE CHILD TO ITS MOTHER . CHILD . I have often had it told to me , That God can little children see , As well by night as in the day , And that he hears whate'er they say ; And I've been told that God takes care Of little ...
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... song in the sky ; The cattle and labourers all are abroad , And every thing serving and praising its God . I will not lie sleeping my morning away , But try to be busy and useful as they ; I'll rise with the skylark and join in his ' song ...
... song in the sky ; The cattle and labourers all are abroad , And every thing serving and praising its God . I will not lie sleeping my morning away , But try to be busy and useful as they ; I'll rise with the skylark and join in his ' song ...
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... song to thee , Of gratitude and praise . The busy bee , ere this , hath gone O'er many a bud and bell , From flower to flower is humming on , To store its waxen cell . Oh , may I , like the bee , contrive Each moment to employ , And ...
... song to thee , Of gratitude and praise . The busy bee , ere this , hath gone O'er many a bud and bell , From flower to flower is humming on , To store its waxen cell . Oh , may I , like the bee , contrive Each moment to employ , And ...
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Page 137 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Page 62 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Page 56 - once again he cried, ' If I may yet be gone ! ' And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Page 48 - Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Page 103 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
Page 62 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Page 55 - The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form.
Page 100 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a...
Page 64 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Page 122 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.