Pictures of Memory: Compilation of Samuel Francis WoolardGoldsmith book and stationery Company, 1908 - 60 páginas |
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Compilation of Samuel Francis Woolard. THE BABY Where did you come from baby dear ? Out of the everywhere into the here . Where did you get your eyes so blue ? Out of the sky as I came through . What makes the light in them sparkle and ...
Compilation of Samuel Francis Woolard. THE BABY Where did you come from baby dear ? Out of the everywhere into the here . Where did you get your eyes so blue ? Out of the sky as I came through . What makes the light in them sparkle and ...
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... eyes that were dark and deep ; In the lap of that dim old forest He lieth in peace asleep ; Light as the down of the thistle , Free as the winds that blow , We roved ... BABY'S EYES What is the dream in the Pictures of Memory ( Page ) Seven.
... eyes that were dark and deep ; In the lap of that dim old forest He lieth in peace asleep ; Light as the down of the thistle , Free as the winds that blow , We roved ... BABY'S EYES What is the dream in the Pictures of Memory ( Page ) Seven.
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Compilation of Samuel Francis Woolard. IN THE BABY'S EYES What is the dream in the baby's eyes , As he lies and blinks in a mute surprise ? With little wee hands that aimlessly go Hither and thither and to and fro ; With little , wee ...
Compilation of Samuel Francis Woolard. IN THE BABY'S EYES What is the dream in the baby's eyes , As he lies and blinks in a mute surprise ? With little wee hands that aimlessly go Hither and thither and to and fro ; With little , wee ...
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... baby comes to me , Robed in white , all dressed for Dreamland , and she bends low at my knee ; And her little hands are folded in a reverential way , And two little eyes look upward as two little sweet lips say : " Now I ' ay me down to ...
... baby comes to me , Robed in white , all dressed for Dreamland , and she bends low at my knee ; And her little hands are folded in a reverential way , And two little eyes look upward as two little sweet lips say : " Now I ' ay me down to ...
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... baby greet me , On this day he ran to meet me In a way that made my weary heart rejoice . I never knew a welcome half so ... eyes , I never knew how happy I could be ; I never knew the cheer That makes worry disappear , Till the day my baby ...
... baby greet me , On this day he ran to meet me In a way that made my weary heart rejoice . I never knew a welcome half so ... eyes , I never knew how happy I could be ; I never knew the cheer That makes worry disappear , Till the day my baby ...
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ain't AUSTIN DOBSON baby's eyes bless boy that died boyhood breast bright child childhood coming home dark Dese little boots dream dressed for Dreamland EUGENE FIELD face father feet gave me baby's glad hair happy heart Heaven home at night I'se J. G. HOLLAND JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY light lips little angel Little Boy Blue Little cat little gable window little girl little hand little voice living long ago look Lord my soul mamma mamma's p'ecious dirl MOTHER'S BOY mother's good night never knew night kiss o'er offered for Baby once papa play pray the Lord prayer precious rest RICHARD HENRY STODDARD Santa Claus sleep smile soft sorrow soul to keep sweet SWEET AND LOW tears tell tender There's things thou tired toy dog Virginia waiting wonder words of mother yesterday you's youth
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Página 58 - There! little girl; don't cry! There! little girl; don't cry! They have broken your slate, I know; And the glad, wild ways Of your school-girl days Are things of the long ago; But life and love will soon come by.— There! little girl; don't cry!
Página 45 - A little elbow leans upon your knee, Your tired knee that has so much to bear; A child's dear eyes are looking lovingly From underneath a thatch of tangled hair...
Página 16 - Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus!
Página 16 - VIRGINIA, Your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little.
Página 37 - Little Boy Blue The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and staunch he stands ; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come...
Página 42 - That he said was somewhar thar. We found it at last, and a little shed Where they shut up the lambs at night We looked in and seen them huddled thar, So warm and sleepy and white; And thar sot Little Breeches and chirped, As peart as ever you see, " I want a chaw of terbacker, And that's what's the matter of me.
Página 3 - Where did you get that little tear? I found it waiting when I got here. What makes your forehead so smooth and high? A soft hand stroked it as I went by.
Página 56 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dropping moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps.
Página 55 - There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain, But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again.
Página 37 - And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!