The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four PartsC. Scribner, 1868 |
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... the kitten , winking her eyes , And twitching her tail in a droll surprise- " Life ? O , it's racing over the floor , Out at the window and in at the door ; Now on the chairback , now on the table , 86 THE SCHOOL - GIRL'S XXXII. ...
... the kitten , winking her eyes , And twitching her tail in a droll surprise- " Life ? O , it's racing over the floor , Out at the window and in at the door ; Now on the chairback , now on the table , 86 THE SCHOOL - GIRL'S XXXII. ...
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... Him Who doeth all things well . XXXVII . WHY DOLLY CANNOT READ . OLLY , can you read ? D ° Now pray tell me why You cannot - I'm sure You are older than I. Here's a beautiful book , You have pretty bright eyes 46 THE SCHOOL GIRL'S.
... Him Who doeth all things well . XXXVII . WHY DOLLY CANNOT READ . OLLY , can you read ? D ° Now pray tell me why You cannot - I'm sure You are older than I. Here's a beautiful book , You have pretty bright eyes 46 THE SCHOOL GIRL'S.
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... eyes ; Come , now , let us sce If you really are wise . You have eyes , but no mind ; I have eyes and mind too : A hint let me take To do better than you . COME , XXXVIII . THE PEACOCK . YOME , come , Mr. Peacock , you must not be proud ...
... eyes ; Come , now , let us sce If you really are wise . You have eyes , but no mind ; I have eyes and mind too : A hint let me take To do better than you . COME , XXXVIII . THE PEACOCK . YOME , come , Mr. Peacock , you must not be proud ...
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... eyes are like diamonds , And curly your hair ; I never get weary Of seeing your face ; And you are so lovely , I call you " Miss Grace . " My kind mamma bought you One day at a fair , All dressed out so gayly , And wrapped up with care ...
... eyes are like diamonds , And curly your hair ; I never get weary Of seeing your face ; And you are so lovely , I call you " Miss Grace . " My kind mamma bought you One day at a fair , All dressed out so gayly , And wrapped up with care ...
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... eyes ! I have a little looking - glass upon my parlor shelf ; If you'll step in one moment , dear , you shall be- hold yourself . " " I thank you , gentle sir , " she said , " for what you please to say , And , bidding you good morning ...
... eyes ! I have a little looking - glass upon my parlor shelf ; If you'll step in one moment , dear , you shall be- hold yourself . " " I thank you , gentle sir , " she said , " for what you please to say , And , bidding you good morning ...
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Page 103 - To you, in David's town, this day " Is born of David's line " The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; " And this shall be the sign. " The heavenly Babe you there shall find " To human view displayed, " All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
Page 51 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts ; — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
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 ('t was all he wished) a friend.
Page 227 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
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 202 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 331 - Love'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 264 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 221 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers would not know THY ways, And THOU hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ; When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And...
Page 89 - ... own ladles, split open the kegs of salted sprats, made nests inside men's Sunday hats, and even spoiled the women's chats, by drowning their speaking -with shrieking and squeaking in fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body to the Town Hall came flocking: "'Tis clear...