The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four PartsC. Scribner, 1868 |
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... snow- When will it go away ? " MOTHER . " A few months hence , dear Ann , will view , In the garden now so white , The yellow cowslip , violet blue , And daffodil so bright . " V. KINDNESS TO ANIMALS . LIKE little pussy , her coat is so ...
... snow- When will it go away ? " MOTHER . " A few months hence , dear Ann , will view , In the garden now so white , The yellow cowslip , violet blue , And daffodil so bright . " V. KINDNESS TO ANIMALS . LIKE little pussy , her coat is so ...
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... snow , Dear grandmamma to see . And look , do look , for there she stands , Aunt Mary by her side , To welcome us with outstretched hands After our pleasant ride . And there is George - and Carlo too ! For GARLAND . 15.
... snow , Dear grandmamma to see . And look , do look , for there she stands , Aunt Mary by her side , To welcome us with outstretched hands After our pleasant ride . And there is George - and Carlo too ! For GARLAND . 15.
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... snow is on the ground , They sleep the time away . All living creatures like to be As free as you and I ; They love the fields , the woods and hills , They love the sweet blue sky . XIV . MY PUSSY . H ! here is Miss Pussy ; OF She's ...
... snow is on the ground , They sleep the time away . All living creatures like to be As free as you and I ; They love the fields , the woods and hills , They love the sweet blue sky . XIV . MY PUSSY . H ! here is Miss Pussy ; OF She's ...
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... snow and hail . What could we do without it ? No trees or grass could grow ; And we should all be thirsty , And not know where to go . The oceans would be valleys That never could be passed ; No clouds would come to shade us , And the ...
... snow and hail . What could we do without it ? No trees or grass could grow ; And we should all be thirsty , And not know where to go . The oceans would be valleys That never could be passed ; No clouds would come to shade us , And the ...
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... school , like Caroline . She has no garden large and fine , Like Amy , Grace , and Jane ; No coach , like Rose , to take us home , When falls the snow or rain . " " They hear her gentle voice , my child , 42 THE SCHOOL - GIRL'S.
... school , like Caroline . She has no garden large and fine , Like Amy , Grace , and Jane ; No coach , like Rose , to take us home , When falls the snow or rain . " " They hear her gentle voice , my child , 42 THE SCHOOL - GIRL'S.
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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...