The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four Parts, Volumes 1-2C. Scribner & Company, 1868 |
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... green world there is nothing so sweet As my little lammie , with his nimble feet ; With his eye so bright , And his wool so white , Oh , he is my darling , my heart's delight . " And the mother sheep and her little one Side by side lay ...
... green world there is nothing so sweet As my little lammie , with his nimble feet ; With his eye so bright , And his wool so white , Oh , he is my darling , my heart's delight . " And the mother sheep and her little one Side by side lay ...
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... green , But the goslings were wearied out quite ; So , shutting their peepers , from under the wing , They murmured a sleepy " good - night ! " Now the shades of evening were gathering apace , And fading the last gleam of light ; So to ...
... green , But the goslings were wearied out quite ; So , shutting their peepers , from under the wing , They murmured a sleepy " good - night ! " Now the shades of evening were gathering apace , And fading the last gleam of light ; So to ...
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... green turf and budding clover ; Chasing the shadows as fast as they run , Down the garden paths in the mid - day sun , Prancing and gambolling , brave and bold , Climbing the tree stems , scratching the mould , That's life ! " said the ...
... green turf and budding clover ; Chasing the shadows as fast as they run , Down the garden paths in the mid - day sun , Prancing and gambolling , brave and bold , Climbing the tree stems , scratching the mould , That's life ! " said the ...
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... We will make a great stir ! Let us find out his name , And all cry , ' For shame . " " I would not rob a bird , ” Said little Mary Green ; " I think I never heard Of anything so mean . " " ' Tis very cruel , too , " Said GARLAND . 41.
... We will make a great stir ! Let us find out his name , And all cry , ' For shame . " " I would not rob a bird , ” Said little Mary Green ; " I think I never heard Of anything so mean . " " ' Tis very cruel , too , " Said GARLAND . 41.
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... green and white . A curtsey low made Mabel , And then she stooped to fill Her pitcher from the sparkling spring But no drop did she spill . " Thou art a handy maiden , " The fairy lady said : " Thou hast not spilt a drop , nor yet The ...
... green and white . A curtsey low made Mabel , And then she stooped to fill Her pitcher from the sparkling spring But no drop did she spill . " Thou art a handy maiden , " The fairy lady said : " Thou hast not spilt a drop , nor yet The ...
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Page 275 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Page 54 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Page 182 - Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!
Page 217 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 240 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 331 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 192 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 181 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, a<s the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 255 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown : This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 273 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.