Little Poems for Little Readers1860 - 144 pages |
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... soft and low- Daisies , white and tipp'd with red ; Violets , on your leafy bed ; Cowslips , bending on your stalk ; Primroses , beside the walk- Who has made you fair and sweet , Growing thus beneath my feet ? Surely He must loving be ...
... soft and low- Daisies , white and tipp'd with red ; Violets , on your leafy bed ; Cowslips , bending on your stalk ; Primroses , beside the walk- Who has made you fair and sweet , Growing thus beneath my feet ? Surely He must loving be ...
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... soft within the fold : It felt no sorrow , pain , or fear , While such a comforter was near .. Sweet little lamb , you cannot know What blessing I have lost : Were you like me , what could you do , Amid the wintry frost ? My clothes are ...
... soft within the fold : It felt no sorrow , pain , or fear , While such a comforter was near .. Sweet little lamb , you cannot know What blessing I have lost : Were you like me , what could you do , Amid the wintry frost ? My clothes are ...
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... head . Sleep , my babe , thy food and raiment , House and home , thy friends provide ; All without thy care , or payment , All thy wants are well supplied . 28 CRADLE HYMN . Soft and easy is thy cradle. 27 Cradle Hymn.
... head . Sleep , my babe , thy food and raiment , House and home , thy friends provide ; All without thy care , or payment , All thy wants are well supplied . 28 CRADLE HYMN . Soft and easy is thy cradle. 27 Cradle Hymn.
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... Soft , my child , I did not chide thee , Though my song might sound too hard ; ' Tis thy mother sits beside thee , And her arms shall be thy guard . Yet to read the shameful story , How the Jews abused their King- How they served the ...
... Soft , my child , I did not chide thee , Though my song might sound too hard ; ' Tis thy mother sits beside thee , And her arms shall be thy guard . Yet to read the shameful story , How the Jews abused their King- How they served the ...
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... soft , Where I rest my weary head . And I'll lift my heart in prayer To the God that dwells above ; Thank Him for His watchful care , And for all His tender love . THE HONEST BOY . ONCE there was a little boy Going to.
... soft , Where I rest my weary head . And I'll lift my heart in prayer To the God that dwells above ; Thank Him for His watchful care , And for all His tender love . THE HONEST BOY . ONCE there was a little boy Going to.
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66 FROM COTTAGE angels BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beautiful beneath bless blest bower breast breeze bright cheer chosen tree clouds COTTAGE BREAD cowslip cried dear doth dove dwell e'en earth English boy eyes fair Father William fear flower forget to pray Forget-me-not gentle God's GOLDEN RULE gone grace green grief happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly HEMANS holy hour Jesus kind lesson LET ME RING light little birds little child little children little lamb look Lord lowly mild mother neath never night NIGHT SONG o'er OLD STONE WALL pass'd play poor porringer praise prayer pretty river ROBERT K round Saviour shining sing sleep smiled snowdrops soft song Songs of praise sorrow Speak gently sunny sweet tears tender thee thine things thou thought Thy little to-day Twas violets voice watchful WILLIAM TELL wing words young youth
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Page 17 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Page 65 - I wish that his hands had been placed on my head, That his arm had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen his kind look, when he said, " Let the little ones come unto me.
Page 66 - The rich man in his castle, The poor man at his gate, God made them high and lowly, And ordered their estate.
Page 19 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Page 66 - ALL things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.
Page 38 - LITTLE drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the pleasant land.
Page 9 - You are old, Father William, the young man cried, And pleasures with youth pass away, And yet you lament not the days that are gone, Now tell me the reason, I pray.
Page 56 - And often after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there.
Page 20 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win.' 'But what good came of it at last?' Quoth little Peterkin: — 'Why, that I cannot tell,' said he, 'But 'twas a famous victory.
Page 74 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...