The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four PartsC. Scribner, 1868 |
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... wings . " So the hen said , And the chickens all sped As fast as they could to their nice feather bed . And there let them sleep in their feathers so warm , While my little chick lies here on my arm . XIII . Mrs. Carter . THE MICE . THE ...
... wings . " So the hen said , And the chickens all sped As fast as they could to their nice feather bed . And there let them sleep in their feathers so warm , While my little chick lies here on my arm . XIII . Mrs. Carter . THE MICE . THE ...
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... wing . How soft and low their cooing sounds , As each one says " Good night ! How cheerful when at early morn They dress their feathers white . Then far into the woods and fields To seek their food they fly , Returning to their house ...
... wing . How soft and low their cooing sounds , As each one says " Good night ! How cheerful when at early morn They dress their feathers white . Then far into the woods and fields To seek their food they fly , Returning to their house ...
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... wing , They murmured a sleepy " good - night ! " Now the shades of evening were gathering apace , And fading the last gleam of light ; So to father and mother , both Fanny and Ben Gave a kiss , and a hearty " Good - night ! XXVII ...
... wing , They murmured a sleepy " good - night ! " Now the shades of evening were gathering apace , And fading the last gleam of light ; So to father and mother , both Fanny and Ben Gave a kiss , and a hearty " Good - night ! XXVII ...
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... wings to fly ; To sing on tree - tops waving , So very near the sky . XLI . FATHER IS COMING . HE clock is on the stroke of six , THE The father's work is done ; Sweep up the hearth and mend the fire , And put the kettle on ; The wild ...
... wings to fly ; To sing on tree - tops waving , So very near the sky . XLI . FATHER IS COMING . HE clock is on the stroke of six , THE The father's work is done ; Sweep up the hearth and mend the fire , And put the kettle on ; The wild ...
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... wings she was spreading to soar far away ; Then resting a moment , seemed sweetly to say- " Oh happy , how happy this world seems to be ! Awake , little girl , and be happy with me . " But just as she finished her beautiful song , A ...
... wings she was spreading to soar far away ; Then resting a moment , seemed sweetly to say- " Oh happy , how happy this world seems to be ! Awake , little girl , and be happy with me . " But just as she finished her beautiful song , A ...
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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...