Child Life: A Collection of PoemsJohn Greenleaf Whittier James R. Osgood, 1875 - 263 páginas An anthology of poems by nineteenth-century authors from various countries about the experiences of childhood. |
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... ! till angels shout , As thou sittest at the feet of God victorious , " Philip , the King ! " - Author of " John Halifax . " A MOTHER'S EXCUSE . It comes again , the blessed 14 CHILD LIFE . ·Author of “John Halifax,"
... ! till angels shout , As thou sittest at the feet of God victorious , " Philip , the King ! " - Author of " John Halifax . " A MOTHER'S EXCUSE . It comes again , the blessed 14 CHILD LIFE . ·Author of “John Halifax,"
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... blessed day , Made glorious by the Saviour's birth , When faintly in a manger dawned The light of God which fills the earth . Along a weary , wintry waste , My heart a loving pilgrim wends Her pious way , this holy time , To greet you ...
... blessed day , Made glorious by the Saviour's birth , When faintly in a manger dawned The light of God which fills the earth . Along a weary , wintry waste , My heart a loving pilgrim wends Her pious way , this holy time , To greet you ...
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... blessed Christ - child may she be , A little maiden of the Lord ; Room for her by the Christmas - tree ! - · Grace ... blessing for ever and ever Will follow them 16 CHILD LIFE . Grace Greenwood,
... blessed Christ - child may she be , A little maiden of the Lord ; Room for her by the Christmas - tree ! - · Grace ... blessing for ever and ever Will follow them 16 CHILD LIFE . Grace Greenwood,
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A Collection of Poems John Greenleaf Whittier. For a blessing for ever and ever Will follow them as they go . " So over the hills of Judah , Along by the vine - rows green , With Esther asleep on her bosom , And Rachel her brothers ...
A Collection of Poems John Greenleaf Whittier. For a blessing for ever and ever Will follow them as they go . " So over the hills of Judah , Along by the vine - rows green , With Esther asleep on her bosom , And Rachel her brothers ...
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... bless it upon my breast ; Yet it lies in my little one's cradle , And sits in my little one's chair , And the light of the heaven she's gone to , Transfigures its golden hair . - James Russell Lowell . DEATH OF AN INFANT . A HOST of ...
... bless it upon my breast ; Yet it lies in my little one's cradle , And sits in my little one's chair , And the light of the heaven she's gone to , Transfigures its golden hair . - James Russell Lowell . DEATH OF AN INFANT . A HOST of ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alice Cary angel Babie Bell beautiful blessed blossoms blue Bob-o'-link bright bright eyes brown brown thrush Celia Thaxter chee cheek child comes cried Daisies Dandelion dear Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes face fair fairies father feet flowers gates Gilpin gray green guilders hair hand happy head hear heard heart heaven John Gilpin kiss Lady Moon laugh light little bird little Christel little Dandelion little Hiawatha little maid Little white Lily look Lucy Larcom Mary Howitt meadow merry minute mix minutes bake mooly cow morning mother nest never night Nokomis o'er pipe Piper play pretty Quoth rose round sandpiper shine sing sits sleep smile snow soft song sorrow Spink sweet T. B. Aldrich tell thee There's things thou thought to-day to-whit tree violets wild William Allingham William Motherwell wind wings wonder wood
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Página 240 - His long red cloak well brush'd and neat He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall'd him in his seat. So, Fair and softly...
Página 236 - But everybody said," quoth he, "that 'twas a famous victory. My father lived at Blenheim then, yon little stream hard by; they burnt his dwelling to the ground, and he was forced to fly: so with his wife and child he fled, nor had he where to rest his head.
Página 101 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Página 230 - That, Father ! will I gladly do : 'Tis scarcely afternoon — The Minster-clock has just struck two, And yonder is the Moon.
Página 148 - With a little old driver, so lively and quick I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by name: " Now, Dasher ! now, Dancer ! now, Prancer and Vixen ! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall ! Now dash away, dash away, dash away all...
Página 214 - Then did the little Maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the church-yard lie, Beneath the church-yard tree.
Página 122 - And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: ;"Tis clear...
Página 135 - Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; Sing thy songs of happy cheer!" So I sang the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. "Piper, sit thee down and write In a book, that all may read.
Página 241 - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought ; Away went hat and wig ; He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig.
Página 147 - Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St.