Child life, poems, ed. by J.G. Whittier1874 |
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... rivers that flow , With cities and gardens , and cliffs , and isles And people upon you for thousands of miles ? 66 ' Ah , you are so great , and I am so small , I tremble to think of you , World , at all And yet , when I said my ...
... rivers that flow , With cities and gardens , and cliffs , and isles And people upon you for thousands of miles ? 66 ' Ah , you are so great , and I am so small , I tremble to think of you , World , at all And yet , when I said my ...
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... ; O little moss , observed by few , That round the tree is creeping , You like my head to rest on you , When I am idly sleeping . - Rose Terry . O rushes by the river side , You bow when OUT OF DOORS . 45 Olive A Wadsworth,
... ; O little moss , observed by few , That round the tree is creeping , You like my head to rest on you , When I am idly sleeping . - Rose Terry . O rushes by the river side , You bow when OUT OF DOORS . 45 Olive A Wadsworth,
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Child life John Greenleaf Whittier. O rushes by the river side , You bow when I come near you ; O fish , you leap about with pride , Because you think I hear you ; O river , you shine clear and bright , To tempt me to look in you ; O ...
Child life John Greenleaf Whittier. O rushes by the river side , You bow when I come near you ; O fish , you leap about with pride , Because you think I hear you ; O river , you shine clear and bright , To tempt me to look in you ; O ...
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... river's brink ; And home to the woodland fly the crows , When over the hill the farm - boy goes , Cheerily calling , - " Co ' , boss ! co ' , boss ! co ' ! co ' ! co ' ! " Farther , farther over the hill , Faintly calling , OUT OF DOORS ...
... river's brink ; And home to the woodland fly the crows , When over the hill the farm - boy goes , Cheerily calling , - " Co ' , boss ! co ' , boss ! co ' ! co ' ! co ' ! " Farther , farther over the hill , Faintly calling , OUT OF DOORS ...
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... — On frozen lake and river , When round the fire the people crowd , And rub their hands and shiver , - When frost is splitting stone and wall , And trees. But when the foxes bark aloud THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN . 98 CHILD LIFE . &
... — On frozen lake and river , When round the fire the people crowd , And rub their hands and shiver , - When frost is splitting stone and wall , And trees. But when the foxes bark aloud THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN . 98 CHILD LIFE . &
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Alice Cary angel Babie Bell beautiful blessed blossoms blue Bob-o'-link bright bright eyes brown brown thrush Celia Thaxter chee cheek child comes cried Daisies Dandelion dear eyes face fair fairies fast father feet flowers gates Gilpin gray green guilders hair hand happy head hear heard heart heaven John Gilpin kiss Lady Moon laugh light little bird little Dandelion little Hiawatha little maid Little white Lily Lived look Lucy Larcom Mary Howitt meadow merry minute mix minutes bake mooly cow morning mother nest never night Nokomis o'er pipe Piper play pray pretty Quoth rose round sandpiper shine sing sits sleep smile snow soft song sorrow Spink sweet T. B. Aldrich tell thee There's things Thomas Hood thou thought to-day to-whit tree violets wild William Allingham William Motherwell wind wings wonder wood
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Page 158 - ... I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I...
Page 227 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton, All in a chaise and pair. 'My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Page 91 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Page 232 - Said Gilpin — So am I! But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there; For why? his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin, out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Page 125 - Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; Sing thy songs of happy cheer!" So I sang the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. "Piper, sit thee down and write In a book, that all may read.
Page 137 - Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St.
Page 29 - For my sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night, Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall; Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond Mine the walnut slopes beyond, Mine, on bending orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides!
Page 90 - HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove ! Thou messenger of Spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. Soon as the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear. Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers.
Page 127 - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men ; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together ; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather...
Page 163 - STILL sits the school-house by the road, A ragged beggar sunning ; Around it still the sumachs grow, And blackberry- vines are running. Within, the master's desk is seen, Deep scarred by raps official ; The warping floor, the battered seats, The jack-knife's carved initial ; The charcoal...