The youth's poetical instructor, or Useful lessons in poetry1847 |
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... sings , He makes it happy there . Her little nest , so soft and warm , God teaches her to make it ; I would not dare to do her harm , I ... sing to me . THE BUTTERFLIES . THE BUTTERFLIES . Don't catch the pretty 16 POETICAL INSTRUCTOR .
... sings , He makes it happy there . Her little nest , so soft and warm , God teaches her to make it ; I would not dare to do her harm , I ... sing to me . THE BUTTERFLIES . THE BUTTERFLIES . Don't catch the pretty 16 POETICAL INSTRUCTOR .
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... Just six years old to - day ; She sweetly sings , and like a lamb Will skip about and play . She loves her doll , her kitten too , And tends them both quite well ; DON'T KILL THE BIRDS . And often gets her little 18 POETICAL INSTRUCTOR .
... Just six years old to - day ; She sweetly sings , and like a lamb Will skip about and play . She loves her doll , her kitten too , And tends them both quite well ; DON'T KILL THE BIRDS . And often gets her little 18 POETICAL INSTRUCTOR .
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... sing about your door : Soon as the joyous spring has come , And chilling storms are o'er . The little birds - how sweet they sing- Oh let them joyous live ; 19 And never seek to take the life Which you can.
... sing about your door : Soon as the joyous spring has come , And chilling storms are o'er . The little birds - how sweet they sing- Oh let them joyous live ; 19 And never seek to take the life Which you can.
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... sing ; I'll supply thy daily bread , From my hand thou shalt be fed ; If with me thou❜lt stay and sing , Brightest of the yellow wing . I'll tread each day the verdant mead , To find groundsel and chickweed ; Plantain , and every grain ...
... sing ; I'll supply thy daily bread , From my hand thou shalt be fed ; If with me thou❜lt stay and sing , Brightest of the yellow wing . I'll tread each day the verdant mead , To find groundsel and chickweed ; Plantain , and every grain ...
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... sings very long ; 66 Say , do you see him in his joy , And is he pretty as his song ? " " Yes , Edward , yes ... singing there— 24 POETICAL INSTRUCTOR .
... sings very long ; 66 Say , do you see him in his joy , And is he pretty as his song ? " " Yes , Edward , yes ... singing there— 24 POETICAL INSTRUCTOR .
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ANGEL'S WINGS beautiful BERMONDSEY blessed blue boast brilliant buds catch the pretty cheer cotton tree Dear Mary dear mother earth ELECTRIC TELEGRAPH Emma Morley fair fear flower follow thee For-Jesus loves friends gazing Give me thy happy Hark hath hear heaven hither hour J. W. MADDOX Jesus kind lamb Leave little birds little birds-how little child Little children little fly live lov'd loves a little Lucilla mamma Mary Mary Howitt meek and mild MOTHER'S KISS ne'er never night noun o'er Oh let parlour play pleasure poor blind boy praise pretty bird pretty butterflies Saviour seek seem'd selfish shine Sigourney smile snow song of praise SOUTHWARK spring SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN tease my mother tells a lie There's thing thou art thou hast thy heart Twould Unto VIOLET Whene'er winding stair wish wondrous yellow wing youth YOUTH'S POETICAL INSTRUCTOR
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Page 41 - I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me 'twere always day.
Page 29 - I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin; And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!
Page 52 - Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go, • And ask for a share in His love ; And if I thus earnestly seek Him below, I shall see Him and hear Him above...
Page 31 - At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den Within his little parlor — but she ne'er came out again! And now, dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed; Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye, And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
Page 64 - Let my sins be all forgiven ! Bless the friends I love so well ! Take me when I die to heaven, Happy there with Thee to dwell.
Page 31 - Alas ! alas ! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by ; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and...
Page 11 - Wandering o'er the heathy fells, Down within the woodland dells ; All among the mountains wild Dwelleth many a little child ! In the baron's hall of pride, By the poor man's dull fireside ; 'Mid the mighty, 'mid the mean, Little children may be seen, Like the flowers that spring up fair, Bright and countless, everywhere!
Page 12 - Mid its sufferings and its snares ; — Free from sorrow, free from strife, In the world of love and life, Where no sinful thing hath trod, In the presence of your God, Spotless, blameless, glorified, Little children, ye abide ! Mary Hewitt.
Page 25 - So, sister, God to me is kind, Though sight, alas ! he has not given, But tell me, are there any blind Among the children up in Heaven ?" " No, dearest Edward, there all see ; But why ask me a thing so odd ? • " Oh Mary, he is so good to me, I thought I'd like to look at God...
Page 31 - 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...