Poetry for ChildrenSamuel Eliot Houghton, 1879 - 327 pages A poetry anthology used by the Boston Public Schools in the late 1800's. |
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... NEST . 154 THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM DAME DUCK'S FIRST LECTURE THE SOLDIER'S DREAM • ON EDUCATION · · • • • 155 THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN WAY TO BE HAPPY . 158 MOORE THE STRANGE LITTLE BOY . · 159 OLD IRONSIDES MY JESSIE 162 • SWEET HOME ...
... NEST . 154 THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM DAME DUCK'S FIRST LECTURE THE SOLDIER'S DREAM • ON EDUCATION · · • • • 155 THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN WAY TO BE HAPPY . 158 MOORE THE STRANGE LITTLE BOY . · 159 OLD IRONSIDES MY JESSIE 162 • SWEET HOME ...
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... NEST , 294 223 TO A REDBREAST 296 235 THE BEGGAR • 297 · · 236 JOHN BARLEYCORN • • 299 WISHING • 237 THERE WAS A JOLLY MILLER . 301 GIVE ME A WISH 239 THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY 303 UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE 240 BLOW , BLOW , THOU WINTER ...
... NEST , 294 223 TO A REDBREAST 296 235 THE BEGGAR • 297 · · 236 JOHN BARLEYCORN • • 299 WISHING • 237 THERE WAS A JOLLY MILLER . 301 GIVE ME A WISH 239 THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY 303 UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE 240 BLOW , BLOW , THOU WINTER ...
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... NEST THE STRANGE LITTLE BOY MY JESSIE . THE NEW MOON TO A BUTTERFLY • · MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY THE ANGEL'S WHISPER THE OLD ARM - CHAIR THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD GEORGE NIDIVER THE IDLE SHEPHERD - BOYS ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH AND BURIAL CHILD ...
... NEST THE STRANGE LITTLE BOY MY JESSIE . THE NEW MOON TO A BUTTERFLY • · MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY THE ANGEL'S WHISPER THE OLD ARM - CHAIR THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD GEORGE NIDIVER THE IDLE SHEPHERD - BOYS ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH AND BURIAL CHILD ...
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... nests Within a hollow tree ; The hen sat quietly at home , The cock sang merrily ; And all the little young ones said , " Wee , wee , wee , wee , wee , wee ! " One day ( the sun was warm and bright , And shining in the sky ) Cock Robin ...
... nests Within a hollow tree ; The hen sat quietly at home , The cock sang merrily ; And all the little young ones said , " Wee , wee , wee , wee , wee , wee ! " One day ( the sun was warm and bright , And shining in the sky ) Cock Robin ...
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... nest . " Coo , " say the little ones , 66 Coo , " says she , All in their nest on the old pine - tree . Soundly they sleep through the moonshiny night , Each young one covered and tucked in tight ; Morn wakes them up with the first ...
... nest . " Coo , " say the little ones , 66 Coo , " says she , All in their nest on the old pine - tree . Soundly they sleep through the moonshiny night , Each young one covered and tucked in tight ; Morn wakes them up with the first ...
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Allen-a-Dale angel baby BATTLE OF BLENHEIM Bay of Biscay beneath bird blessed blow bright BRIXHAM Caldon-Low child cried dark dead dear death DORA GREENWELL doth E. H. Garrett eyes F. T. Merrill fair fairy father flowers Garrett and Merrill gone good-night grass grave gray green GREENWOOD TREE hand hath haunted spring head hear heard heart heaven Inchcape Rock John Barleycorn JOHN GILPIN Kirkley Hall kissed lamb laugh light little birdie little Dandelion Little white Lily LLEWELLYN Lochinvar looked Mabel Mary MARY HOWITT MIDSUMMER DAY morning mother nest never night o'er play pray pretty Queen quoth Robin ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH rose round sail sigh sing sleep smiled snow song sweet tell thee There's thou Three Bells tree Twas TWINKLE unto VISIT FROM ST voice waves wild wind Winstanley young
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Page 106 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face. That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 232 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware. So, turning to his horse, he said — I am in haste to dine; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Page 164 - Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee?
Page 106 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide,- And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 224 - That's well said; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnished with our own, Which is both bright and clear. John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife; O'erjoyed was he to find, That, though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was not allow'd To drive up to the door, lest all Should say that she was proud.
Page 111 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
Page 241 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they ? I pray you tell.
Page 122 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?
Page 137 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring, It made him whistle, it made him sing; His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the priest of Aberbrothok.
Page 55 - The Reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.