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第129页 - Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence; Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise.
第129页 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
第129页 - I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away...
第107页 - That Thou wilt condescend To tarry in my heart, And ever be my friend. The path of life is dark — I would not go astray ; Oh, let me have Thy hand To lead me in the way.
第131页 - Little masteries achieved, Little wants with care relieved, Little words in love expressed, Little wrongs at once confessed, SPOILING THE TEMPLES.
第96页 - twould be wrong If we did not feel happy to hear the lark's song. Get up, for when all things are merry and glad Good children should never be lazy and sad ; For God gives us day-light, dear sister, that we May rejoice like the lark, and may work like the bee.
第10页 - I love you, mother," said little John; Then, forgetting his work, his cap went on, And he was off to the garden swing, Leaving his mother the wood to bring. "I love you, mother...
第10页 - I love you, mother," said little Fan; "Today I'll help you all I can; How glad I am that school doesn't keep!" So she rocked the baby till it fell asleep. Then stepping softly she fetched the broom, And swept the floor and tidied the room; Busy and happy all day was she, Helpful and happy as child could be. "I love you, mother," again they said — Three little children going to bed.
第104页 - I'm sure I can't see it at all, What a poor fellow ever could do For apples, and pennies, and cakes, Without a grandmother or two. Grandmothers speak softly to
第129页 - O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine! Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti, Because you have scaled the wall, Such an old mustache as I am Is not a match for you all!