Little Folks' Every Day Book: Rhymes and Illustrations for Every Day

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Amanda Bartlett Harris
D. Lothrop, 1881 - 245 páginas

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Página 67 - O columbine, open your folded wrapper, Where two twin turtle-doves dwell ? 0 cuckoopint, toll me the purple clapper That hangs in your clear green bell! And show me your nest with the young ones in It; I will not steal them away; 1 am old ! you may trust me, linnet, linnet, — I am seven times one to-day.
Página 99 - THERE'S no dew left on the daisies and clover, There's no rain left in heaven : I've said my " seven times" over and over, Seven times one are seven. I am old, so old, I can write a letter ; My birthday lessons are done ; The lambs play always, they know no better ; They are only one times one. • 0 moon ! in the night I have seen you- sailing And shining so round and low : You were bright ! ah, bright ! but your light is failing,— You are nothing...
Página 19 - I wish and I wish that the spring would go faster, Nor long summer bide so late; And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster, For some things are ill to wait. I wait for the day when dear hearts shall discover, While dear hands are laid on my head: "The child is a woman, the book may close over, For all the lessons are said.
Página 13 - Little white snow-drop! I pray you arise; Bright yellow crocus! Come, open your eyes; Sweet little violets, hid from the cold, Put on your mantles of purple and gold; Daffodils! daffodils! say, do you hear?— Summer is coming! and spring-time is here!
Página 32 - Where did you get your eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through. What makes the light in them sparkle and spin? Some of the starry spikes left in. Where did you get that little tear? I found it waiting when I got here.
Página 27 - A song of a nest : — There was once a nest in a hollow: Down in the mosses and knot-grass pressed, Soft and warm and full to the brim — Vetches leaned over it purple and dim, With buttercup buds to follow.

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