Little Lily's picture book. With pictures by J. Gilbert [and others].George Routledge and Sons, 1872 - 190页 |
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第24页
... papa and mamma , and has a knife and fork and mug to herself . Look at her in the picture ; she is folding her hands whilst her papa says grace , and she keeps very quiet , for she understands that her papa is thank- ing her Father in ...
... papa and mamma , and has a knife and fork and mug to herself . Look at her in the picture ; she is folding her hands whilst her papa says grace , and she keeps very quiet , for she understands that her papa is thank- ing her Father in ...
第26页
... papa's love , and his little sister's love is really God's love , for it is God that gives him all that love ; and she tells him how he can show he loves his Father in heaven by being kind and good , and unselfish , and by loving all ...
... papa's love , and his little sister's love is really God's love , for it is God that gives him all that love ; and she tells him how he can show he loves his Father in heaven by being kind and good , and unselfish , and by loving all ...
第40页
... Papa's portrait and her own inside it to make a beginning . See how delighted all the other children are at their sister Margaret having such a nice present ! They would rather she had it than have it themselves ever so much , for they ...
... Papa's portrait and her own inside it to make a beginning . See how delighted all the other children are at their sister Margaret having such a nice present ! They would rather she had it than have it themselves ever so much , for they ...
第46页
... Papa and Mamma were both dead , and he had no brothers or sisters , and very few people to love him . He often envied the poor little peasant children who played so merrily on the moor , and would have given all his fine clothes and ...
... Papa and Mamma were both dead , and he had no brothers or sisters , and very few people to love him . He often envied the poor little peasant children who played so merrily on the moor , and would have given all his fine clothes and ...
第56页
... Papa home now , and Jeannie has set the tea - things ready for his tea . Even little Baby - boy seems to know that Papa is coming , for he is stretching out his tiny hands and crowing with delight ; and when Papa comes in he will take ...
... Papa home now , and Jeannie has set the tea - things ready for his tea . Even little Baby - boy seems to know that Papa is coming , for he is stretching out his tiny hands and crowing with delight ; and when Papa comes in he will take ...
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Alfred animals Aunt Sally beautiful Blackbird bread and milk brothers and sisters BROWN BEAR called Chamois COCK-A-DOODLE-DO comes cousin croak croquet day long dear deer delight enchanted forest eyes Father in heaven fish frozen Grandpapa guess heard Hum hum King Alfred kiss kitten Land's End laughed Lion little birds little children little girl lived Lizzie look LUCY GRAY Maddington Maggie magic flower Maja Mamma Margery Maud Medusa morning mother mouth neck nest never nice night Nixey noise NORTH CAPE Nurse Nylghaie Papa picture pieces play poor little portcullis pretty pudding Queen Mab rain Robinson Crusoe Rooks round sang singing SIR WALTER RALEIGH sixpence snow soft song story summer-time tell things thought Thrush Tiger told town tree tridge Turk Uncle walk Wapiti warm watch-birds wire gauze wonderful wood-cutter young
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第76页 - 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.
第130页 - THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink ; I heard a voice ; it said, " Drink, pretty Creature, drink ! " And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied A snow-white mountain Lamb with a Maiden at its side. No other sheep were near, the Lamb was all alone, And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone ; With one knee on the grass did the little Maiden kneel, While to that mountain Lamb she gave its evening meal. The Lamb, while from her hand he...
第5页 - A fair little girl sat under a tree Sewing as long as her eyes could see ; Then smoothed her work and folded it right, And said, "Dear work, good night, good night!
第44页 - She wandered up and down ; And many a hill did Lucy climb : But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide ; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door.
第57页 - Tis dreary crossing o'er the wold. He's crossing o'er the wold apace, He's stronger than the storm ; He does not feel the cold — not he, His heart it is so warm. For father's heart is stout and true, As ever human bosom knew.
第18页 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
第76页 - said I, "If they two are in heaven?" Quick was the little Maid's reply, "O Master! we are seven*. "But they are dead; those two are dead! Their spirits are in heaven!" Twas| throwing words away; for still The little Maid would have her will, And said, "Nay, we are seven!
第132页 - And Othere the old sea-captain Stared at him wild and weird, Then smiled, till his shining teeth Gleamed white from underneath His tawny, quivering beard.
第132页 - And then uprose before me, Upon the water's edge, The huge and haggard shape Of that unknown North Cape, Whose form is like a wedge. The sea was rough and stormy, The tempest howled and wailed, And the sea-fog, like a ghost, Haunted that dreary coast, But onward still I sailed. Four days I steered to eastward, Four days without a night : Round in a fiery ring Went the great sun, O King, With red and lurid light.
第45页 - OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray : And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary Child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. " To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go ; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the...