The Posy Ring: A Book of Verse for ChildrenMcClure, Phillips, 1915 - 290 pages A collection of poetry arranged according to subjects such as the months and seasons of the year, childhood and the child's world, birds, flowers, animals, fairies, and Christmas. |
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Page vii
... Field : Wynken , Blynken , and Nod , ” and “ Nightfall in Dor- drecht " ; for " Rockaby , Lullaby , " by J. G. Holland ; and for " One , Two , Three , " by H. C. Bunner . G. P. Putnam's Sons , for permission to use High and Low , ” by ...
... Field : Wynken , Blynken , and Nod , ” and “ Nightfall in Dor- drecht " ; for " Rockaby , Lullaby , " by J. G. Holland ; and for " One , Two , Three , " by H. C. Bunner . G. P. Putnam's Sons , for permission to use High and Low , ” by ...
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... Field Rockaby , Lullaby . By Josiah Gilbert Holland 214 215 217 221 222 224 Sleep , My Treasure . By E. Nesbit 225 Lullaby of an Infant Chief . By Sir Walter Scott 226 Sweet and Low . By Alfred , Lord Tennyson 227 Old Gaelic Lullaby ...
... Field Rockaby , Lullaby . By Josiah Gilbert Holland 214 215 217 221 222 224 Sleep , My Treasure . By E. Nesbit 225 Lullaby of an Infant Chief . By Sir Walter Scott 226 Sweet and Low . By Alfred , Lord Tennyson 227 Old Gaelic Lullaby ...
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... Field FOR SUNDAY'S CHILD All Things Bright and Beautiful . By Cecil F. Page 232 233 Alexander 237 The Still Small ... Fields . By Mary Howitt 248 Little Christel . By William Brighty Rands 250 A Child's Prayer . By M. Betham Edwards 252 ...
... Field FOR SUNDAY'S CHILD All Things Bright and Beautiful . By Cecil F. Page 232 233 Alexander 237 The Still Small ... Fields . By Mary Howitt 248 Little Christel . By William Brighty Rands 250 A Child's Prayer . By M. Betham Edwards 252 ...
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... field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing , Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one . Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated , And now doth fare ...
... field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing , Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one . Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated , And now doth fare ...
Page 10
... fields abound ; Every running stream is bright ; All the orchard trees are white ; And each small and waving shoot Promises sweet flowers and fruit . Turn thine eyes to earth and heaven : God for 10 THE POSY RING The Voice of Spring By ...
... fields abound ; Every running stream is bright ; All the orchard trees are white ; And each small and waving shoot Promises sweet flowers and fruit . Turn thine eyes to earth and heaven : God for 10 THE POSY RING The Voice of Spring By ...
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Auld Daddy Darkness baby beautiful birdie blow blue Blynken Bob-o'-link bough bright brown Celia Thaxter Charles Scribner's Sons chee child Christina G Christmas day comes Coo-coo creeping everywhere daisies dance Dandelion dream Eugene Field eyes fairy flowers good-night grass gray green head heart heaven hill hush KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN kiss Lady Moon lamb lark laugh little bird little children little Gustava Little white Lily lullaby Margaret Deland Mary Howitt Mary Mapes Dodge merry mooly cow morning mother nest never night o'er peep pipe play pleasant pretty rain ring Robert Louis Stevenson Rockaby rose round sail shining sleep smiling snow snowbird snowbird sings soft softly song Spink Spring stole Summer sweet thee There's things thou To-whit tree violets warm wild William Allingham William Blake William Brighty Rands wind wing wonderful Wynken yellow
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Page 135 - 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...
Page 262 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Page 77 - Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Nobody knows but my mate and I Where our nest and our nestlings lie. Chee, chee, chee. Summer wanes; the children are grown; Fun and frolic no more he knows; Robert of Lincoln's a humdrum crone; Off he flies, and we sing as he goes: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; When you can pipe that merry old strain, Robert of Lincoln, come back again. Chee, chee, chee.
Page 76 - White are his shoulders and white his crest. Hear him call in his merry note: "Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Look, what a nice new coat is mine, Sure there was never a bird so fine. Chee, chee, chee!" Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Passing at home a patient life, Broods in the grass while her husband sings: "Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Brood, kind creature; you need not fear Thieves and robbers while I am here. Chee,...
Page 201 - The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat: They took some honey, and plenty of money Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, "O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are!
Page 131 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb :
Page 107 - Of all beasts he learned the language, learned their names and all their secrets, How the beavers built their lodges, Where the squirrels hid their acorns, How the reindeer ran so swiftly, Why the rabbit was so timid, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them
Page 158 - Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild. * And turning homeward, now they cried. — Edit. 1815. O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind ; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind.* ALICE FELLjt OR, POVERTY.
Page 135 - 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 1 I remember, I remember...
Page 75 - MERRILY swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Snug and safe is that nest of ours, Hidden among the summer flowers. Chee, chee, chee.