Fresh Flowers for ChildrenJ. Munroe, 1852 - 176 pages |
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... took an active interest in politics , and in 1814 was ap- pointed postmaster of this city by John Tyler , a position which he retained until the second ap- pointment of Mr. Nathaniel Greene in 1843. In 1850 , the nomination of Mr ...
... took an active interest in politics , and in 1814 was ap- pointed postmaster of this city by John Tyler , a position which he retained until the second ap- pointment of Mr. Nathaniel Greene in 1843. In 1850 , the nomination of Mr ...
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... the grass , And frolic ; so would they . And often , on a summer's night , When sunset shades had come , George took his dog and went to find The cows , and drive them home . GEORGE AND ROVER . The pasture , where they daily.
... the grass , And frolic ; so would they . And often , on a summer's night , When sunset shades had come , George took his dog and went to find The cows , and drive them home . GEORGE AND ROVER . The pasture , where they daily.
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... took good care of hens and pigs , And never did them harm . And every day when it was time For them to eat their food , He always went to find them all , In kind and gentle mood . 65 66 GEORGE AND ROVER . And many other useful things.
... took good care of hens and pigs , And never did them harm . And every day when it was time For them to eat their food , He always went to find them all , In kind and gentle mood . 65 66 GEORGE AND ROVER . And many other useful things.
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... took the poor , forsaken thing , And bade him fear no harm , And carried him into the house , And tried to make him warm . He gave him nice sweet milk to eat , And told him to be good ; And Rover gave him kindly looks , While Georgie ...
... took the poor , forsaken thing , And bade him fear no harm , And carried him into the house , And tried to make him warm . He gave him nice sweet milk to eat , And told him to be good ; And Rover gave him kindly looks , While Georgie ...
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... took to the garden , and under a cherry - tree , from which I had often gathered cherries for him , I buried the wing and the feathers . Bessie was punished by unkind words from all , and it was long before she found the house a ...
... took to the garden , and under a cherry - tree , from which I had often gathered cherries for him , I buried the wing and the feathers . Bessie was punished by unkind words from all , and it was long before she found the house a ...
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Page 174 - And they were going up to heaven, With all that had been done By little children, good or bad, Since the last rising sun. And some had gold and purple wings ; Some drooped like faded flowers, And sadly soared to tell the tale, That they were misspent Hours.
Page 175 - Others had unkind words and acts To carry upward there. A shining Hour, with golden plumes, Was laden with a deed Of generous sacrifice a child Had done for one in need. And one was bearing up a prayer A little child had said, All full of penitence and love, While kneeling by his bed.
Page 176 - And thus they glided on, and gave Their records dark and bright To Him who marks each passing hour Of childhood's day and night.
Page 58 - And when 1 sleep, then in my dreams, It sweetly comes again. It always makes me happy, Whene'er I hear its tone, I know it is the voice of love, From a heart that is my own. My Mother ! My dear Mother ! O may I never be Unkind, or disobedient, In any way, to thee.
Page 57 - 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 145 - The golden- haired— the blue-eyed, That lighted up our life, And folded were within our hearts, From all the world's rude strife — The blessings of our bosoms, The stars upon our sky, The flowers springing in our path, Too beautiful to die — They all are there— in heaven — Safe, safe, and sweetly blessed; No cloud of sin can shadow Their bright and holy rest.
Page 108 - 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 87 - 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!
Page 109 - And 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. Then he came and...
Page 44 - 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.