The Favorite Story Book: Or, Pleasing Sketches for YouthClara Arnold Phillips, Sampson, 1853 - 144 Seiten |
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The Favorite Story Book: Or Pleasing Sketches for Youth (Classic Reprint) Clara Arnold Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2017 |
The Favorite Story Book: Or, Pleasing Sketches for Youth Clara Arnold Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Annie Annie's Barley beautiful began bird That wears blessing bowl brambles brook brother called Charles child Clara clever contrary boy crab tree daugh dear Elmore farm farmer Tripp father fault felt flowers fox hunting friends frog garden Grandfather Markley grandma grandmother hand happy Harry Tripp harvest home heard heart hedge Jane kind kitten knew laugh LENOX AND TILDEN little boy little girl little thing little tree looked Mary and Martha Mary Grey master milk Moore morning mother mouse never nice o'clock old lady old rook play pleased poor pretty PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR red string replied scarlet stomacher servants shoemaker sing sister soon string Susan Susan Jones sweet tell thee thou thought TILDEN FOUNDATIONS Tippet told took touch trouble Warren Watkins wears the scarlet Williams Willie wonderful stone YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Seite 32 - 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.
Seite 32 - What ails thee, Young One! what? Why pull so at thy cord? Is it not well with thee ? well both for bed and board ? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be; Rest, little Young One, rest; what is't that aileth thee ? " What is it thou wouldst seek ? What is wanting to thy heart?
Seite 43 - OH ! call my brother back to me ! I cannot play alone ; The Summer comes with flower and bee — Where is my brother gone ? " The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back ! " The flowers run wild — the flowers we sow'd Around our garden tree; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him back to me...
Seite 34 - It will not, will not rest !— Poor creature, can it be That 'tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee? Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear, And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear.
Seite 31 - Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command ; To thee I consecrate my days : Perpetual blessings from thy hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.
Seite 44 - A rose's brief, bright life of joy, Such unto him was given ; Go — thou must play alone, my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven.
Seite 34 - I have brought thee in this Can Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran; And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
Seite 33 - ... What is it thou wouldst seek? What is wanting to thy heart ? Thy limbs, are they not strong? And beautiful thou art: This grass is tender grass ; these flowers they have no peers; And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears ! If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen chain, This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain ; For rain and mountain storms! the like thou need'st not fear— The rain and storm are things which scarcely can come here.
Seite 31 - MY God, how endless is thy love ! Thy gifts are every evening new ; And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew. 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers.
Seite 34 - I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there ; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play, When they are angry, roar like lions for their prey. Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky ; Night and day thou art safe, — our cottage is hard by. Why bleat so after me? Why pull so at thy chain* Sleep, — and at break of day I will come to thee again...