Poetry for ChildrenSamuel Eliot Houghton, 1879 - 327 A poetry anthology used by the Boston Public Schools in the late 1800's. |
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Strona viii
... · THE ANGEL'S WHISPER · • THE THREE Bells · • THE OLD ARM - CHAIR A , B , C. GRANDPAPA . THE CHILD AND THE ANGELS . FATHER WILLIAM • · · LORD , TEACH A LITTLE CHILD , A MASQUERADE • Page Page AND BURIAL • 210 WHAT THE WINDS BRING.
... · THE ANGEL'S WHISPER · • THE THREE Bells · • THE OLD ARM - CHAIR A , B , C. GRANDPAPA . THE CHILD AND THE ANGELS . FATHER WILLIAM • · · LORD , TEACH A LITTLE CHILD , A MASQUERADE • Page Page AND BURIAL • 210 WHAT THE WINDS BRING.
Strona ix
Samuel Eliot. Page Page AND BURIAL • 210 WHAT THE WINDS BRING IN MARCH • 214 THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD 198 GEORGE NIDIVER THE IDLE SHEPHERD - BOYS ALLEN - A - DALE ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH THE WIVES OF BRIXHAM THE NORTHERN SEAS · • • 259 201 ...
Samuel Eliot. Page Page AND BURIAL • 210 WHAT THE WINDS BRING IN MARCH • 214 THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD 198 GEORGE NIDIVER THE IDLE SHEPHERD - BOYS ALLEN - A - DALE ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH THE WIVES OF BRIXHAM THE NORTHERN SEAS · • • 259 201 ...
Strona 44
... bring , Thus , thought I , to her lamb that little maid might sing : : - " 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 ...
... bring , Thus , thought I , to her lamb that little maid might sing : : - " 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 ...
Strona 45
... bring thee draughts of milk , new . - warm milk it is and " It will not , will not rest ! poor creature , can it be That ' tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee ? Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear , And ...
... bring thee draughts of milk , new . - warm milk it is and " It will not , will not rest ! poor creature , can it be That ' tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee ? Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear , And ...
Strona 83
... quoth she , " " You are the man must bring my babes To wealth or misery : " If you do keep them carefully , Then God will you reward ; If otherwise you seem to deal , God will your deeds regard . " 84 THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD . With lips ...
... quoth she , " " You are the man must bring my babes To wealth or misery : " If you do keep them carefully , Then God will you reward ; If otherwise you seem to deal , God will your deeds regard . " 84 THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD . With lips ...
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Allen-a-Dale angel baby BATTLE OF BLENHEIM Bay of Biscay beneath bird blessed blow bright BRIXHAM Caldon-Low child cried dark dead dear death DORA GREENWELL doth E. H. Garrett eyes F. T. Merrill fair fairy father flowers Garrett and Merrill gone good-night grass grave gray green GREENWOOD TREE hand hath haunted spring head hear heard heart heaven Inchcape Rock John Barleycorn JOHN GILPIN Kirkley Hall kissed lamb laugh light little birdie little Dandelion Little white Lily LLEWELLYN Lochinvar looked Mabel Mary MARY HOWITT MIDSUMMER DAY morning mother nest never night o'er play pray pretty Queen quoth Robin ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH rose round sail sigh sing sleep smiled snow song sweet tell thee There's thou Three Bells tree Twas TWINKLE unto VISIT FROM ST voice waves wild wind Winstanley young
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Strona 106 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face. That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Strona 232 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware. So, turning to his horse, he said — I am in haste to dine; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Strona 164 - Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee?
Strona 106 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide,- And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Strona 224 - That's well said; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnished with our own, Which is both bright and clear. John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife; O'erjoyed was he to find, That, though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was not allow'd To drive up to the door, lest all Should say that she was proud.
Strona 111 - 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.
Strona 241 - 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.
Strona 122 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?
Strona 137 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring, It made him whistle, it made him sing; His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the priest of Aberbrothok.
Strona 55 - The Reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.