Child Life: A Collection of PoemsJohn Greenleaf Whittier J. R. Osgood, 1872 - 263 pages An anthology of poems by nineteenth-century authors from various countries about the experiences of childhood. |
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... tell What you are good for . Now ponder it well . " Over the carpet the dear little feet Came with a patter to climb on my seat ; Two merry eyes , full of frolic and glee , Under their lashes looked up unto me ; Two little hands ...
... tell What you are good for . Now ponder it well . " Over the carpet the dear little feet Came with a patter to climb on my seat ; Two merry eyes , full of frolic and glee , Under their lashes looked up unto me ; Two little hands ...
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... tell How came the dainty Babie Bell Into this world of ours ? The gates of heaven were left ajar ; With folded hands and dreamy eyes , Wandering out of Paradise , She saw this planet , like a star , Hung in the glistening depths of even ...
... tell How came the dainty Babie Bell Into this world of ours ? The gates of heaven were left ajar ; With folded hands and dreamy eyes , Wandering out of Paradise , She saw this planet , like a star , Hung in the glistening depths of even ...
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... tell ; Her heart was folded deep in ours . Our hearts are broken , Babie Bell ! At last he came , the messenger , The messenger from unseen lands : And what did dainty Babie Bell ? She only crossed her little hands , She only looked ...
... tell ; Her heart was folded deep in ours . Our hearts are broken , Babie Bell ! At last he came , the messenger , The messenger from unseen lands : And what did dainty Babie Bell ? She only crossed her little hands , She only looked ...
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... I should not like to grieve you . Don't wrinkle up , you silly moss ; My flowers , you need not shiver ; My little buds , don't look so cross ; Don't talk so loud , my river I'm telling you I will not go , It's foolish. 46 CHILD LIFE .
... I should not like to grieve you . Don't wrinkle up , you silly moss ; My flowers , you need not shiver ; My little buds , don't look so cross ; Don't talk so loud , my river I'm telling you I will not go , It's foolish. 46 CHILD LIFE .
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A Collection of Poems John Greenleaf Whittier. I'm telling you I will not go , It's foolish to feel slighted ; It's rude to interrupt me so ,. You ought to be delighted . Ah ! now you're growing good , I see , Though anger is beguiling ...
A Collection of Poems John Greenleaf Whittier. I'm telling you I will not go , It's foolish to feel slighted ; It's rude to interrupt me so ,. You ought to be delighted . Ah ! now you're growing good , I see , Though anger is beguiling ...
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Page 164 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light!‎
Page 210 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.‎
Page 209 - Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother ; And, in the church-yard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.‎
Page 240 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case." Said John, "It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.‎
Page 97 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.‎
Page 238 - Were shatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke, As they had basted been. But still he seem'd to carry weight, With leathern girdle braced ; For all might see the bottle-necks, Still dangling at his waist.‎
Page 164 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.‎
Page 237 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, at last it flew away. Then might all people well discern the bottles he had slung; A bottle swinging at each side, as hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, ‎
Page 143 - 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 131 - 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.‎