The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four Parts, Volumes 1-2C. Scribner & Company, 1868 |
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... face , and sing his praise . I could give thee thousand kisses , Hoping what I most desire ; Not a mother's fondest wishes Can to greater joys aspire . Dr. Watts . " M ° IV LITTLE ANN . ANN . OTHER 12 THE SCHOOL - GIRL'S.
... face , and sing his praise . I could give thee thousand kisses , Hoping what I most desire ; Not a mother's fondest wishes Can to greater joys aspire . Dr. Watts . " M ° IV LITTLE ANN . ANN . OTHER 12 THE SCHOOL - GIRL'S.
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... face looks very old , And though he wears a little coat , I think he feels the cold . His master plays the tambourine , And makes him dance and leap ; But when he's tired he carries him And lets him go to sleep . The monkey's home is ...
... face looks very old , And though he wears a little coat , I think he feels the cold . His master plays the tambourine , And makes him dance and leap ; But when he's tired he carries him And lets him go to sleep . The monkey's home is ...
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... face ; But she hid it with her fingers , As if ' t were some deep disgrace . " Oh , why was it , " sadly murmuring ... face look blacker , And more crisp my woolly hair . " Scrub and comb ! and comb and scrub ! I've Tried to grow white ...
... face ; But she hid it with her fingers , As if ' t were some deep disgrace . " Oh , why was it , " sadly murmuring ... face look blacker , And more crisp my woolly hair . " Scrub and comb ! and comb and scrub ! I've Tried to grow white ...
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... face and limb , And father's heart is strong in him . Hark ! hark ! I hear his footsteps now ; He's through the garden gate ; Run , little Bess , and ope the door , And do not let him wait . Shout , baby , shout ! and clap thy hands ...
... face and limb , And father's heart is strong in him . Hark ! hark ! I hear his footsteps now ; He's through the garden gate ; Run , little Bess , and ope the door , And do not let him wait . Shout , baby , shout ! and clap thy hands ...
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... face ; And you are so lovely , I call you " Miss Grace . " My kind mamma bought you One day at a fair , All dressed out so gayly , And wrapped up with care . She gave me a workbox , Cloth , scissors , and thread , To make tiny sheets ...
... face ; And you are so lovely , I call you " Miss Grace . " My kind mamma bought you One day at a fair , All dressed out so gayly , And wrapped up with care . She gave me a workbox , Cloth , scissors , and thread , To make tiny sheets ...
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Page 275 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Page 54 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Page 182 - Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!
Page 217 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 240 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 331 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 192 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 181 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, a<s the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 255 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown : This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 273 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.