Fresh Flowers for ChildrenJ. Munroe, 1852 - 176页 |
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... pretty heads droop low ; Their little wings are folded close , Their feet are cold as snow . Poor little birds ! just now you sung , And floated in the air , And pecked the snow , and seemed so glad , To see it fresh and fair . But now ...
... pretty heads droop low ; Their little wings are folded close , Their feet are cold as snow . Poor little birds ! just now you sung , And floated in the air , And pecked the snow , and seemed so glad , To see it fresh and fair . But now ...
第46页
... tried to blow it out one night – O then , how laughed Papa ! He'll tell me pretty stories , And mend my last new toy , And wonder why I broke it ; A careless little boy ! NURSERY SONG . If I am good , he'll kiss NURSERY SONG.
... tried to blow it out one night – O then , how laughed Papa ! He'll tell me pretty stories , And mend my last new toy , And wonder why I broke it ; A careless little boy ! NURSERY SONG . If I am good , he'll kiss NURSERY SONG.
第54页
... pretty neck it loves to show , Decked with a spot as white as snow ; A voice of music sweet and new , When for mamma it murmurs " mew ! " Yet from her kiss will wildly start , It has so frolicsome a heart . HELEN'S KITTEN . All these ...
... pretty neck it loves to show , Decked with a spot as white as snow ; A voice of music sweet and new , When for mamma it murmurs " mew ! " Yet from her kiss will wildly start , It has so frolicsome a heart . HELEN'S KITTEN . All these ...
第73页
... pretty bird was he , As gay and full of mirthfulness , As any bird could be . Perhaps his plumage was not gay , As some fine birds are dressed , But then his eyes were bright as stars , And red his downy breast . Upon my shoulder he ...
... pretty bird was he , As gay and full of mirthfulness , As any bird could be . Perhaps his plumage was not gay , As some fine birds are dressed , But then his eyes were bright as stars , And red his downy breast . Upon my shoulder he ...
第78页
... pretty Bobbie ! dear Bobbie ! but he regarded us from afar with a most indepen- dent air . Then my uncle whistled all the familiar notes they had so often whistled to- gether , and beseechingly held out his hands . Bobbie seemed to ...
... pretty Bobbie ! dear Bobbie ! but he regarded us from afar with a most indepen- dent air . Then my uncle whistled all the familiar notes they had so often whistled to- gether , and beseechingly held out his hands . Bobbie seemed to ...
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affectionate angel Ariana Auntie beauty beneath Bessie BIRTH-DAY blessed blue blue air Bobbie charming childhood Children of God cloud dark darling dear delight DROP OF WATER earth eyes face fade fair fear floating flowers forest fountain Francis E garden gentle GEORGE AND ROVER George William Gordon glad grace grass green happiest happy hear heard heart heaven hills holy HYMN JAMES MUNROE JOURNAL IN RHYME kindly kiss kitten light little bird little child LITTLE FISHERMAN live look mamma mild morning mother never night o'er PET LAMB play pleasant pleasant home Postmaster pray prayer pretty rejoice remember rills ROBIN round shade shining sing sleep smiles snowy white SONG sound spring stars sunny sunset sunshine sweetly tell thee thine things thou art thought tones trees unto voice wild wind wing wish wonder words words of love
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第174页 - And they were going up to heaven, With all that had been done By little children, good or bad, Since the last rising sun. And some had gold and purple wings ; Some drooped like faded flowers, And sadly soared to tell the tale, That they were misspent Hours.
第175页 - Others had unkind words and acts To carry upward there. A shining Hour, with golden plumes, Was laden with a deed Of generous sacrifice a child Had done for one in need. And one was bearing up a prayer A little child had said, All full of penitence and love, While kneeling by his bed.
第176页 - And thus they glided on, and gave Their records dark and bright To Him who marks each passing hour Of childhood's day and night.
第58页 - And when 1 sleep, then in my dreams, It sweetly comes again. It always makes me happy, Whene'er I hear its tone, I know it is the voice of love, From a heart that is my own. My Mother ! My dear Mother ! O may I never be Unkind, or disobedient, In any way, to thee.
第57页 - MY Mother! My kind Mother! I hear thy gentle voice, It always makes my little heart Beat gladly and rejoice. When I am ill, it comes to me, And kindly soothes my pain ; And when I sleep, then in my dreams, It sweetly comes again.
第145页 - The golden- haired— the blue-eyed, That lighted up our life, And folded were within our hearts, From all the world's rude strife — The blessings of our bosoms, The stars upon our sky, The flowers springing in our path, Too beautiful to die — They all are there— in heaven — Safe, safe, and sweetly blessed; No cloud of sin can shadow Their bright and holy rest.
第108页 - BOY WHO TOLD A LIE. The mother looked pale, and her face was sad, She seemed to have nothing to make her glad ; She silently sat with the tears in her eye, For her dear little boy had told a lie. He was a gentle, affectionate child, His ways were winning, his temper was mild ; There was love and joy in his soft blue eye, But the dear little boy had told a lie. He stood alone by the window within, For he felt that his soul was stained...
第87页 - CHILDHOOD OF JESUS. IN the green fields of Palestine, By its fountains and its rills, And by the sacred Jordan's stream, And o'er the vine-clad hills Once lived and roved the fairest child That ever blessed the earth ; The happiest, the holiest, That e'er had human birth. How beautiful his childhood was! Harmless and undefiled; O, dear to his young mother's heart Was this pure, sinless child!
第109页 - And he felt that his soul was stained with sin, And his mother could hear him sob and cry, Because he had told her that wicked lie. Then he came and...
第44页 - MAKES ME HAPPIEST? WHAT is it makes me happiest ? Is it my last new play ? Is it my bounding ball or hoop I follow every day ? Is it my puzzles, or my blocks ? My pleasant solitaire ? My dolls, my kitten, or my books ? My flowers, fresh and fair ? What is it makes me happiest ? It is not one of these ; Yet they are treasures dear to me, And never fail to please.