Wreaths of Friendship: a Gift for the YoungBaker & Scribner, 1849 - 228 |
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Strona ix
... heads together , one day , and made up our minds to invite these friends of ours , every one of them , to a kind of festival , and that we would share equally in the pleasure of giving the en- tertainment . The book , reader , which we ...
... heads together , one day , and made up our minds to invite these friends of ours , every one of them , to a kind of festival , and that we would share equally in the pleasure of giving the en- tertainment . The book , reader , which we ...
Strona 20
... head . It was very brief , and very much to the point . She burst into tears , and sobbed , " Don't say so , dear . " Jeannette could not stay long . Her mother had sent her on an errand , and told her she must make haste back . Perhaps ...
... head . It was very brief , and very much to the point . She burst into tears , and sobbed , " Don't say so , dear . " Jeannette could not stay long . Her mother had sent her on an errand , and told her she must make haste back . Perhaps ...
Strona 29
... head . " Better be a farmer , a physician , or a mer- chant . " 66 Why so , captain ? " asked Harry . " All these are engaged in the doing of things directly useful to society . " " But I am sure , captain , that those who defend us ...
... head . " Better be a farmer , a physician , or a mer- chant . " 66 Why so , captain ? " asked Harry . " All these are engaged in the doing of things directly useful to society . " " But I am sure , captain , that those who defend us ...
Strona 47
... head , Where rude , sweeping winds rush along o'er your bed , And dark , gloomy clouds , ranging over you , shed Their waters , so heavy and cold ? " No one has nursed you , or watched you an hour , Or found you a place in the garden or ...
... head , Where rude , sweeping winds rush along o'er your bed , And dark , gloomy clouds , ranging over you , shed Their waters , so heavy and cold ? " No one has nursed you , or watched you an hour , Or found you a place in the garden or ...
Strona 48
... head , and where its pretty blue petals come from . But I will not recite the remainder of the poem , for I am sure my readers do not need to be told who made the flowers , and who taught them to bloom so sweetly in their wild haunts ...
... head , and where its pretty blue petals come from . But I will not recite the remainder of the poem , for I am sure my readers do not need to be told who made the flowers , and who taught them to bloom so sweetly in their wild haunts ...
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Strona 109 - For he who fights and runs away May live to fight another day ; But he who is in battle slain Can never rise and fight again.
Strona 141 - And nimbly went their toes. Witness those rings and roundelays Of theirs, which yet remain, Were footed in Queen Mary's days On many a grassy plain ; But since of late Elizabeth, And later, James came in, They never danced on any heath As when the time hath been.
Strona 120 - WHATEVER brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home; Where sisters dwell and brothers meet Quarrels should never come. Birds in their little nests agree ; And 'tis a shameful sight, When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.
Strona 71 - When the chimes play soft in the Sabbath air. Filling the spirit with tones of prayer, — Whatever tale in the bell is heard, He broods on his folded feet...
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Strona 69 - STOOP to my window, thou beautiful dove ! Thy daily visits have touched my love ! I watch thy coming, and list the note That stirs so low in thy mellow throat, And my joy is high To catch the glance of thy gentle eye. Why dost thou sit on the heated eaves, And forsake the wood with its freshened leaves ? Why dost thou haunt the sultry street, When the paths of the forest are cool and sweet ? How canst thou bear This noise of people — this...
Strona 47 - VIOLET', violet', sparkling with dew Down in the meadow-land wild where you grew', How did you come by the beautiful blue • With which your soft petals unfold' ? And how do you hold up your tender, young head', When rude, sweeping winds rush along o'er your bed', And dark, gloomy clouds ranging over you, shed' Their waters so heavy and cold
Strona 70 - THE cross-beam under the Old South bell The nest of a pigeon is builded well. In summer and winter that bird is there, Out and in with the morning air: I love to see him track the street, With his wary eye and active feet; And I often watch him as he springs.
Strona 142 - Their dances were procession. But now, alas ! they all are dead, Or gone beyond the seas, Or farther for religion fled, Or else they take their ease.