Hymns and rhymes for children, by the daughter of a clergyman1871 |
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... Speak no Ill My Little Sister . All have a Work to do Cleanliness better than Finery The Oak Tree The Skylark The Wondrous Story Lessons to be derived from Birds Primroses Alone in the Dark 147 147 148 • M. F. Tytler 149 Heber 150 151 ...
... Speak no Ill My Little Sister . All have a Work to do Cleanliness better than Finery The Oak Tree The Skylark The Wondrous Story Lessons to be derived from Birds Primroses Alone in the Dark 147 147 148 • M. F. Tytler 149 Heber 150 151 ...
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... my dear , lie still and slumber I'm not too young for God to see I'm very glad the Spring is come- 210 46 202 268 -the sun shines out so bright 58 Page • I hear thee speak of the better land xii INDEX . The Months Page.
... my dear , lie still and slumber I'm not too young for God to see I'm very glad the Spring is come- 210 46 202 268 -the sun shines out so bright 58 Page • I hear thee speak of the better land xii INDEX . The Months Page.
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Hymns. Page • I hear thee speak of the better land I am a little sailor - boy I am coming , I am coming I am the lady of the lake I cannot make him dead I come when the cold , drifting snow If good manners you wish to obtain I had a ...
Hymns. Page • I hear thee speak of the better land I am a little sailor - boy I am coming , I am coming I am the lady of the lake I cannot make him dead I come when the cold , drifting snow If good manners you wish to obtain I had a ...
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... speak no ill ! a kindly word 151 " No one will see me , " said little John Day 307 O gentle , gentle summer rain 307 Oh ! for the noble mind 117 Oh that mine eye might closed be 118 Oh ! the old , old clock , of the household stock 260 ...
... speak no ill ! a kindly word 151 " No one will see me , " said little John Day 307 O gentle , gentle summer rain 307 Oh ! for the noble mind 117 Oh that mine eye might closed be 118 Oh ! the old , old clock , of the household stock 260 ...
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... speak or walk , She let me in her bosom sleep , And taught me how to talk . I must not tease my mother ; And when she likes to read , Or has the headache , I will step Most silently indeed . I will not choose a noisy play , Nor trifling ...
... speak or walk , She let me in her bosom sleep , And taught me how to talk . I must not tease my mother ; And when she likes to read , Or has the headache , I will step Most silently indeed . I will not choose a noisy play , Nor trifling ...
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apple-tree BEETON'S belfry bell blessed blue bright brother cheerful Christ creeping everywhere daisies dark dear doth earth Eliza Cook eyes father fear flowers gentle Gilpin give glad glory grace green hand happy happy land hast hath head hear me tell heard heart heaven heavenly holy Human watch HYMN Jesus JOHN GILPIN joyful keep kind lamb light little bird little child little children little Robin Redbreast live long watch look Lord Lupins blue Mary Howitt merry morning mother nest never night o'er oak-tree pet lamb play pleasant praise pray prayer pretty primroses ripples rock round Saviour shadows mirrored shining shining day sing sleep smile song soul speak Spring summer sweet teach thee thine things Thomas Miller thou thought tree Twas unto voice wind wing wood word ye neighbours young
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Side 202 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you, then," said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Side 89 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Side 201 - Jane ; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away. " So in the churchyard she was laid ; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. " And when the ground was white with snow And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.
Side 201 - Then did the little maid reply, " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Side 97 - And thus unto the youth she said, That drove them to the Bell, This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well. The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain ; Whom in a trice he tried to stop, By catching at his rein ; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went postboy at his heels, The postboy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
Side 94 - But let me scrape the dirt away, That hangs upon your face ; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case.
Side 227 - IT wAS a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round.
Side 229 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win.' 'But what good came of it at last?' Quoth little Peterkin: — 'Why, that I cannot tell,' said he, 'But 'twas a famous victory.
Side 93 - I!" But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there; For why ? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song.
Side 290 - INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night ! Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow ! Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day ! Ever in motion, Blithesome and cheery, Still climbing heavenward, Never aweary ; — Glad of all weathers, Still seeming best, Upward or downward, Motion thy rest ; — Full of a nature Nothing can tame, Changed every moment. Ever the same ; — Ceaseless aspiring,...