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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... Never at rest ; Small , but how dear to us , God knoweth best . PRETTY COW . M. BARR . Thank you , pretty cow , that made Pleasant milk to soak my bread , Every day and every night , Warm , and fresh , and sweet , and white . Do not ...
... Never at rest ; Small , but how dear to us , God knoweth best . PRETTY COW . M. BARR . Thank you , pretty cow , that made Pleasant milk to soak my bread , Every day and every night , Warm , and fresh , and sweet , and white . Do not ...
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... show your little light , Twinkle , twinkle , all the night . In the dark blue sky you keep , And often through my curtains peep ; For you never shut your eye Till the sun is in the sky . As your bright and tiny spark Lights the traveller ...
... show your little light , Twinkle , twinkle , all the night . In the dark blue sky you keep , And often through my curtains peep ; For you never shut your eye Till the sun is in the sky . As your bright and tiny spark Lights the traveller ...
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... When they are fed by their tender mother , One never will push nor crowd another : Each opens widely his own little bill , And he patiently waits , and gets his fill . Then " Coo , " etc. Wisely the mother begins by and by To make her.
... When they are fed by their tender mother , One never will push nor crowd another : Each opens widely his own little bill , And he patiently waits , and gets his fill . Then " Coo , " etc. Wisely the mother begins by and by To make her.
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... never let them out , Till she looked all round about , And saw that they might wander far and free . She had talked to every one Of the dangers of a gun , And fondly begged that none of them would stir To take a distant flight , At ...
... never let them out , Till she looked all round about , And saw that they might wander far and free . She had talked to every one Of the dangers of a gun , And fondly begged that none of them would stir To take a distant flight , At ...
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... Never is the bucket empty , - Never are the children old , - Ever when the moon is shining We the children may behold . 26 KITTY IN THE BASKET . KITTY IN THE BASKET THE CHILDREN IN THE MOON . 25.
... Never is the bucket empty , - Never are the children old , - Ever when the moon is shining We the children may behold . 26 KITTY IN THE BASKET . KITTY IN THE BASKET THE CHILDREN IN THE MOON . 25.
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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.