The Child's Wreath of Poetry, Or, Amusement for Infant Minds |
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204 Chatham Square A-BA apron to fill beat BEQUEST OF EVERT Betsey Betsey's Billy to Tommy blow Bobby bread bright brother back bubble CALL my brother call'd cherries are ripe Chick child churchyard lie Conway dwell cover'd crumb drown'd Eliza Emmaline EVERT JANSEN WENDEL eyes feathers flowers Fly home fret give gone to sea happen'd Harry honest old Tray idle Jim Jane laugh laugh'd Little baby dear little blue apron little boy LITTLE CHICKEN little Fred little girls little maid replied look mama mamma mother naughty neat never night papa pipe play POOR OLD PAUL popp'd pray you tell Pretty Cow pretty little PRETTY ROBIN pudding Pussy remember rose round seven SLATER smile snow sulky Summer comes sweet things thought throw told tree tulip Twas VEAL walk'd waxen doll window wings WREATH OF POETRY
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Page 8 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they, I pray you tell?
Page 7 - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Page 18 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. 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.
Page 9 - And often after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there.
Page 17 - 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...
Page 10 - OH ! call my brother back to me ! I cannot play alone ; The Summer comes with flower and bee — Where is my brother gone ? " The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back ! " The flowers run wild — the flowers we sow'd Around our garden tree; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him back to me...
Page 34 - Mother, how still the baby lies ! I cannot hear his breath ; I cannot see his laughing eyes — They tell me this is death. My little work I thought to bring, And sat down by his bed, And pleasantly I tried to sing — They hushed me — he is dead. They say that he again will rise, More beautiful than now, — That God will bless him in the skies— Oh, mother, tell me how...
Page 7 - SEVEN. A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid ! How many may you be?
Page 11 - A rose's brief bright life of joy, Such unto him was given ; Go — thou must play alone, my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven ! ' ' " And has he left his birds and flowers, And must I call in vain ? And, through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again ? And by the brook; and in the glade, Are all our wanderings o'er ? Oh, while my brother with me played, Would I had loved him more ! '
Page 9 - 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 ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,