The Cowslip: Or, More Cautionary Stories in Verse : a Companion to that Much Admired Little Work, Entitled The DaisyC. S. Francis & Company, 1851 - 95 |
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Agnes Batchelder beasts Bee Replied beneath BIRD CATCHER BIRD'S NEST bread breakfast bright cage catch the butterfly Charles F CHILD'S TIME TABLE clover for thy COWSLIP crack CROCUS CRUEL BOY crumbs curious toy currants that stood Daisy a book dancing dear mamma delighted Dick and Bryan DRAWING TEETH ENVY flower Frances George GLOW-WORM goats good-humor'd GREEDY BOY happy hear heard honey-flowers and tender hurt IMPROPER WORDS KITTEN light LITTLE GIRL LITTLE ROBIN look LUCY WRIGHT merry mice Miss morning mother naughty boy ne'er never night o'er OH DEAR pain papa parlor PARROT Patty PET LAMB play with rude poor blind boy Pray pussy-cat QUARRELSOME CHILDREN rasberry jam rude boys sash SENSITIVE FIGURE shelf sight sing sister sleep snow Sophy sought through field sweet tasks and lessons tell thee to-day Toyman TRUANT VIII wagon wings worm
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Strona 40 - LUCY WRIGHT, though not so tall. Was just the age of Sophy Ball ; But I have always understood, Miss Sophy was not half so good ; For as they both had faded teeth, Their teacher sent for Doctor Heath ; But Sophy made a dreadful rout, And would not have hers taken out ; But Lucy Wright endured the pain, Nor did she ever once complain, Her teeth return'd quite sound and white, Whilst Sophy's ach'd both day and night.
Strona 78 - Down in my solitude, under the snow, Where nothing cheering can reach me ; Here, without light to see how to grow, I'll trust to nature to teach me. I will not despair, nor be idle, nor frown, Locked in so gloomy a dwelling ; My leaves shall run up, and my roots shall run down, While the bud in my bosom is swelling. Soon as the frost will get out of my bed, From this cold dungeon to free me, I will...
Strona 62 - Set up a loud laugh, and they call'd it fine fun. But I took her home and the doctor soon came, And Agnes I fear will a long time be lame, And from morning till night, she laments very much, That now when she walks, she must lean on a crutch, And she told her dear father, a thousand times o'er, That she never will play with rude boys any more.
Strona 71 - I will catch the butterfly: give me my hat! " " Such quarrelsome children," the mother replied, " I find it much better all day to divide; Go, stand in that corner; and George, do you stand In another; and each hold a rod in your hand.
Strona 62 - Agnes was seldom dress'd fit to be seen. I saw her one morning attempting to throw A very large stone, when it fell on her toe : The boys who were present, and saw what was done, Set up a loud laugh, and they call'd it fine fun.
Strona 35 - The Worm. As Sally sat upon the ground, A little crawling worm she found Among the garden dirt; And when she saw the worm she scream'd, And ran away and cried, and seem'd As if she had been hurt. Mamma, afraid some serious harm Made Sally scream, was in alarm, And left the parlour then; But when the cause she came to learn, She bade her daughter back return, To see the worm again. The worm they found kept writhing round. Until it...
Strona 92 - They climb upon the pantry shelf, And taste of all they please —• They drink the milk that's set for cream, And nibble bread and cheese. But if they chance to hear the cat, Their feast will soon be done — They'll scamper off to hide themselves, As fast as they can run.
Strona 79 - ... gloomy a dwelling; My leaves shall run up, and my roots shall run down While the bud in my bosom is swelling. Soon as the frost will get out of my bed, From this cold dungeon to free me, I will peer up with my little bright head; All will be joyful to see me.
Strona 79 - Gaily arrayed in my yellow and green, When to their view I have risen, Will they not wonder how one so serene Came from so dismal a prison ? Many, perhaps, from so simple a flower This little lesson may borrow — Patient to-day, through its gloomiest hour, We come out the brighter to-morrow ! THE DISSATISFIED ANGLER BOY.
Strona 19 - ... my finger too ; How naughty I have been ! " My mother only yesterday, I know, desired me not to play, With knives so sharp and keen ; Oh, dear, oh, dear, what shall I do? My father will be angry too, I dare not now be seen ! " Miss Susan said, " I tell you what We both will do, my dearest Pat, I'll fetch a little salt; And tie this piece of riband round, And when we 've covered up the wound, Pray tell mamma the fault.