 | Benjamin Hall Kennedy, James Riddell, George William Clark - 1890 - 530 sider
...WGW The Child's Wish in June. [ OTHER, mother, the winds are at play, prithee, let me be idle to-day. look, dear mother, the flowers all lie languidly under...; and Pussy sits near with a sleepy grace, without ever thinking of washing her face. there flies a bird to a neighbouring tree, but very lazily flieth... | |
 | Benjamin Hall Kennedy, James Riddell, George William Clark - 1890 - 522 sider
...amor. The Child's Wish in June. j OTHER, mother, the winds are at play, prithee, let me be idle to-day, look, dear mother, the flowers all lie languidly under...butterfly rests on the rose, and scarcely sips the sweets ns he goes. poor Tray is asleep in the noonday sun, and the flies go about him one by one ; and Pussy... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1893 - 464 sider
...and Vernon Qi'ov*, novels.] Mother, mother, the winds are at play. Prithee, let me be idle to-day. Look, dear mother, the flowers all lie Languidly under...And the flies go about him one by one ; And pussy «its near with a sleepy grace, Without ever thinking of washing lier face. There flies a bird to a... | |
 | Girls' friendly society - 1880 - 614 sider
...'a picture in print' MET fn TV/MOTHER, mother! the winds are at play; Prithee let me be idle to-day. Look, dear mother, the flowers all lie Languidly under...the rose, And scarcely sips the sweets as he goes. And Pussy sits near with a sleepy grace, Without ever thinking of washing her face. There flies a bird... | |
 | 1919 - 688 sider
...forth in happy overflow From the blue, bright eyes. — From "Little Bell," Thomas Westwood My Pets Dog Tray is asleep in the noonday sun, And the flies go...one; And pussy sits near with a sleepy grace Without ever thinking of washing her face. —from "Child's Wish in June," Caroline Oilman For Bluebird Soft... | |
 | 1878 - 396 sider
...BOWBB. THE CHILD'S WISH IN JUNE. MOTHEB, mother, the winds are at play, Prithee let me be idle to-day. Look, dear mother, the flowers all lie Languidly under...streamlet glides ; Look how the violet roguishly hides ; 30 31 There flies a bird to a neighbouring tree, But very lazily flieth he ; And he sits and twitters... | |
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MOTHER, mother, the winds are at play, Prithee, let me be idle to-day. Look, dear mother, the flowers all lie Languidly under the bright blue sky. See, how slowly the streamlet glides; Look, how the violet roguishly hides; Even the butterfly rests on... 
