The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four PartsC. Scribner, 1868 |
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... play : She shall sit by my side , and I'll give her some food , And she'll love me because I am gentle and good . I'll pat little pussy , and then she will purr , And thus show her thanks for my kindness to her ; I'll not pinch her ears ...
... play : She shall sit by my side , and I'll give her some food , And she'll love me because I am gentle and good . I'll pat little pussy , and then she will purr , And thus show her thanks for my kindness to her ; I'll not pinch her ears ...
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... The rogues come out to play . They climb upon the pantry shelf , And taste of all they please ; They drink the milk that's set for cream , And nibble bread and cheese . But if they chance to hear the cat , Their GARLAND . 19.
... The rogues come out to play . They climb upon the pantry shelf , And taste of all they please ; They drink the milk that's set for cream , And nibble bread and cheese . But if they chance to hear the cat , Their GARLAND . 19.
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... play is I'm sure I can't tell . XV . A CHILD'S PRAYER . THE HE day is gone , the night is come , The night for quiet rest ; And every little bird has flown Home to its downy nest . The robin was the last to go ; Upon the leafless bough ...
... play is I'm sure I can't tell . XV . A CHILD'S PRAYER . THE HE day is gone , the night is come , The night for quiet rest ; And every little bird has flown Home to its downy nest . The robin was the last to go ; Upon the leafless bough ...
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... play Do you know that Jesus sees you ? He it is who made the day , Sunshine , birds , and flowers to please you . O then thank him much , and pray To be grateful every day . Little child , when you're afraid , Do you know GARLAND . 23.
... play Do you know that Jesus sees you ? He it is who made the day , Sunshine , birds , and flowers to please you . O then thank him much , and pray To be grateful every day . Little child , when you're afraid , Do you know GARLAND . 23.
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... plays the tambourine , And makes him dance and leap ; But when he's tired he carries him And lets him go to sleep ... play , and spring about , And gather juicy fruits , Or on the mossy ground they run To dig for wholesome roots . The ...
... plays the tambourine , And makes him dance and leap ; But when he's tired he carries him And lets him go to sleep ... play , and spring about , And gather juicy fruits , Or on the mossy ground they run To dig for wholesome roots . The ...
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angel beautiful beneath bird blessed blow blue brave breast breath bright brow Caldon Low cheer child clouds cried dark dear death deep door doth earth Eliza Cook eyes face fair father fear flowers Frances Anne Kemble glory glow golden green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven jackdaw John Gilpin Katydid kiss lady land Leigh Hunt light lips LITTLE ROBIN REDBREASTS live look Lord Mary Howitt merry morning mother mountain ne'er Nearer never night o'er ocean Pixies poor pray prayer rest rose round sail Samian wine shine shore sing sleep smile snow soft song soul sound stars stood sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thing Thomas Hood thou thought tree Twas voice waves weary ween weep wild wind wings Winthrop Mackworth Praed word
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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.
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