The garland; or, Poetry for childhood and youth1850 |
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Side 8
... when daylight's o'er , What guides the boatman round the shore , And cheers his heart when winds loud roar ? The moon , the moon , the silver moon . THE BABY'S DANCE . Dance , little baby ; dance 8 THE GARLAND ; OR , POETRY.
... when daylight's o'er , What guides the boatman round the shore , And cheers his heart when winds loud roar ? The moon , the moon , the silver moon . THE BABY'S DANCE . Dance , little baby ; dance 8 THE GARLAND ; OR , POETRY.
Side 9
... round and round ; Then dance little baby , and mother shall sing , With the merry gay carol , ding , ding a dong , ding . GOD SEES ME . I'm not too young for God to see , He knows each thought I have within ; By day and night he cares ...
... round and round ; Then dance little baby , and mother shall sing , With the merry gay carol , ding , ding a dong , ding . GOD SEES ME . I'm not too young for God to see , He knows each thought I have within ; By day and night he cares ...
Side 11
... Round about the dishes creep , Taking into each a peep . In preserves your tail is whisking , Now thro ' jellies you are frisking ; In the sauce your nose you've dipp'd , Into soup too you have skipp'd . Come , I'm sure you've had ...
... Round about the dishes creep , Taking into each a peep . In preserves your tail is whisking , Now thro ' jellies you are frisking ; In the sauce your nose you've dipp'd , Into soup too you have skipp'd . Come , I'm sure you've had ...
Side 12
... round and careless chat . When hark ! a gentle hand they hear Low tapping at the bolted door ; And thus to gain their willing ear , A feeble voice was heard t ' implore : ' Cold blows the blast across the moor ; The sleet drives hissing ...
... round and careless chat . When hark ! a gentle hand they hear Low tapping at the bolted door ; And thus to gain their willing ear , A feeble voice was heard t ' implore : ' Cold blows the blast across the moor ; The sleet drives hissing ...
Side 13
... round tears were seen to roll , And told the thanks he could not speak . The children , too , began to sigh , And all their merry chat was o'er , And yet they felt , they knew not why , More glad than they had done before . THE SNOWDROP ...
... round tears were seen to roll , And told the thanks he could not speak . The children , too , began to sigh , And all their merry chat was o'er , And yet they felt , they knew not why , More glad than they had done before . THE SNOWDROP ...
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Arouse thee beautiful beneath birds bless blest breast breath bright brother busy bee cheer child cold coming creeping everywhere crimson-tipped CUCKOO dark dead dear doth earth earthly ELIZA COOK everlasting song fairy-queen father William flame flowers gathering band gay bowers Gelert glorious glory glowworm gone grave green hand happy hath hear heart heaven hope hour Ill housewifery John Tomkins labour life's light live Llewellyn's look Lord marmot mercy merry mighty wanderer moon morning mother ne'er nest never night numbered o'er peace PENNY MAGAZINE Piedmontese poor praise pray prayer repose rise roam round shining sigh sing sink to thy sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit sugh sweet tear tell tempest There's thine things thou art thou busy thou hast thought thro thy rest toil tree twinkle voice waves weary wild wind wings youth
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Side 137 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Side 62 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Side 56 - once again he cried, ' If I may yet be gone ! ' And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Side 48 - Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Side 103 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
Side 62 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Side 55 - The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form.
Side 100 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a...
Side 64 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Side 122 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.