Fresh Flowers for My ChildrenSamuel G. Simpkins, 1842 - 140 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 21
Page 11
... o'er pebbles and rocks in our fall . And thus we rejoiced , till we came to a river ; Then parted in sadness , alas ! and forever . Still onward I swept , feeling very sublime , Yet hoping to aid and assist all the time . I made myself ...
... o'er pebbles and rocks in our fall . And thus we rejoiced , till we came to a river ; Then parted in sadness , alas ! and forever . Still onward I swept , feeling very sublime , Yet hoping to aid and assist all the time . I made myself ...
Page 12
... o'er me , my color was blue . I was beauty itself , in my various forms , In calm and in sunshine , in darkness and storms . Around me was grandeur and greatness and might , In the depth of the sea , or the billowy height . I made part ...
... o'er me , my color was blue . I was beauty itself , in my various forms , In calm and in sunshine , in darkness and storms . Around me was grandeur and greatness and might , In the depth of the sea , or the billowy height . I made part ...
Page 13
... o'er the main , I sighed to be lowly and gentle again . In such constant motion , and never at rest , I wept for the vale and the brook I loved best . Then the sun in his pity , drew me to the sky , And again has a cloud let me fall ...
... o'er the main , I sighed to be lowly and gentle again . In such constant motion , and never at rest , I wept for the vale and the brook I loved best . Then the sun in his pity , drew me to the sky , And again has a cloud let me fall ...
Page 17
... O'er all will be laid . Yet a land there is , Where the balmy breeze , Waves unwithering trees ; Birds of Paradise are Making melody there To the sweet flowers , Yet fairer than ours ; And they never will fade , For there is no shade ...
... O'er all will be laid . Yet a land there is , Where the balmy breeze , Waves unwithering trees ; Birds of Paradise are Making melody there To the sweet flowers , Yet fairer than ours ; And they never will fade , For there is no shade ...
Page 18
... o'er the clustering vine , Sweeping through the shadowy pine ? O ! its voices are to me Sweeter than all minstrelsy ! Silent stars ! I do not know Why I always love you so . On me does your beauty shine With a harmony divine Song to the ...
... o'er the clustering vine , Sweeping through the shadowy pine ? O ! its voices are to me Sweeter than all minstrelsy ! Silent stars ! I do not know Why I always love you so . On me does your beauty shine With a harmony divine Song to the ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
affectionate angel Ariana beauty beneath Bessie blessed blue blue air Bobbie bright brightest brook cage child childhood clear clear river cloud cows dark dear delight earth eyes face fade fair Father fear floating forest fountain friends frolic garden gentle George and Rover glad Golden-rod grace grass green grew happiest happy HARVARD COLLEGE hear heard heart heaven HYMN keep the Sabbath kindly kiss lamb light little bird live look mamma mild morning mother music sweet never night o'er peace play pleasant pleasant home pray pure rejoice rills river round Rover loved SAMUEL G shade shining sing sleep smile SONG soon sound South wind spring stars summer's sunny sweet flowers sweetly teach tell thee things thou art thought TOLD A LIE tones tree trout uncle unto voice waters wave wild wind wing wonder words of love Yankee Doodle
Popular passages
Page 21 - ... to weep with those who weep, and to rejoice with those who rejoice : it leads us to esteem and imitate the good, and to pity and to attempt to reclaim the bad.
Page 84 - CHILDHOOD OF JESUS. In the green fields of Palestine, By its fountains and its rills, And by the sacred Jordan's stream, And o'er the vine-clad hills, Once lived and roved the fairest child That ever blessed the earth ; The happiest, the holiest, That e'er had human birth. How beautiful his childhood was ! Harmless and undefiled ; O, dear to his young mother's heart Was this pure, sinless child ! Kindly in all his deeds and words, And gentle as the dove ; Obedient, affectionate, His very soul was...
Page 104 - For he felt that his soul was stained with sin ; And his mother could hear him sob and cry, Because he had told her that wicked lie.
Page 56 - My mother, my kind mother, I hear thy gentle voice ; It always makes my little heart Beat gladly and rejoice. When I am ill it comes to me, And kindly soothes my pain ; And when I sleep, then in my dreams It sweetly comes again.
Page 104 - BOY WHO TOLD A LIE. The mother looked pale, and her face was sad, She seemed to have nothing to make her glad ; She silently sat with the tears in her eye, For her dear little boy had told a lie. He was a gentle, affectionate child, His ways were winning, his temper was mild ; There was love and joy in his soft blue eye, But the dear little boy had told a lie. He stood alone by the window within, For he felt that his soul was stained...
Page 135 - Good night, little star ! I will go to my bed, And leave you to burn While I lay down my head. On my pillow I'll sleep Till the morning light ; Then you will be fading And I shall be bright.
Page 46 - MAKES ME HAPPIEST? WHAT is it makes me happiest ? Is it my last new play ? Is it my bounding ball or hoop I follow every day ? Is it my puzzles, or my blocks ? My pleasant solitaire ? My dolls, my kitten, or my books ? My flowers, fresh and fair ? What is it makes me happiest ? It is not one of these ; Yet they are treasures dear to me, And never fail to please.