A poetry book for children [ed. by J.C.].D. Appleton & Company, 1854 - 144 էջ |
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... , Across the bridge by the water - mill , By the woodside , and up the hill ; And if you listen to what I say , I'll tell you what we saw to - day . Amid a hedge , where the first leaves Were peeping. The Spring Walk.
... , Across the bridge by the water - mill , By the woodside , and up the hill ; And if you listen to what I say , I'll tell you what we saw to - day . Amid a hedge , where the first leaves Were peeping. The Spring Walk.
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Poetry book J C. Amid a hedge , where the first leaves Were peeping from their sheaths so sly , We saw four eggs within a nest , And they were blue as a summer sky . An elder - branch dipp'd in the brook , · We wonder'd why it moved ...
Poetry book J C. Amid a hedge , where the first leaves Were peeping from their sheaths so sly , We saw four eggs within a nest , And they were blue as a summer sky . An elder - branch dipp'd in the brook , · We wonder'd why it moved ...
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... peeping With his quick and glancing eye ; Still his cheerful carol keeping Christmas by its minstrelsy . Look now ! he is venturing nearer- Half afraid he starts away— As if to make his visits dearer , Like a little child at play . I am ...
... peeping With his quick and glancing eye ; Still his cheerful carol keeping Christmas by its minstrelsy . Look now ! he is venturing nearer- Half afraid he starts away— As if to make his visits dearer , Like a little child at play . I am ...
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... peeping sunbeam now Paints with gold the village spire . Philomel forsakes the thorn , Plaintive where she prates at night ; And the lark , to meet the morn , Soars beyond the shepherd's sight . From the low - roof'd cottage ridge , See ...
... peeping sunbeam now Paints with gold the village spire . Philomel forsakes the thorn , Plaintive where she prates at night ; And the lark , to meet the morn , Soars beyond the shepherd's sight . From the low - roof'd cottage ridge , See ...
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... Peeping at the parlour - door . Say we will a token send her , Which upon thy waves we'll fling ; Flowers from out our little garden , Fragrant with the breath of spring . Gentle river , gentle river ! Though you stop not to reply , Yet ...
... Peeping at the parlour - door . Say we will a token send her , Which upon thy waves we'll fling ; Flowers from out our little garden , Fragrant with the breath of spring . Gentle river , gentle river ! Though you stop not to reply , Yet ...
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Էջ 126 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done; And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round...
Էջ 73 - THE frost looked forth one still clear night, And whispered, " Now I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way : I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain, But I'll be as busy as they.
Էջ 113 - What ails thee, young one ? what ? Why pull so at thy cord ? Is it not well with thee ? well both for bed and board ? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be ; Rest, little young one, rest ; what is't that aileth thee?
Էջ 127 - twas all about," Young Peterkin he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; "Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.
Էջ 103 - ... -A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
Էջ 102 - 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! At last, Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast. He...
Էջ 73 - I'll be as busy as they." 2. Then he flew to the mountain, and powdered its crest; He lit on the trees, and their boughs he dressed In diamond beads; and over the breast Of the quivering lake, he spread A coat of mail, that it need not fear The downward point of many a spear, That he hung on its margin, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head.
Էջ 128 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory.
Էջ 74 - He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane, like a fairy, crept; Wherever he breathed, wherever he...
Էջ 126 - Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found, That was so large, and smooth, and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he,...