The British JuvenileJ. Caudwell, 1879 |
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... 6. A city of Asia honoured with a message from. THE zavut Tina od 20 eiro HARRY SELLING HIS HOLLY - See page 3 . BODLEIAN LIBRARY 豪 JUN 87 OXFORD OUR LETTER BAG FOR JUVENILES . ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS ,. BRITISH JUVENILE .
... 6. A city of Asia honoured with a message from. THE zavut Tina od 20 eiro HARRY SELLING HIS HOLLY - See page 3 . BODLEIAN LIBRARY 豪 JUN 87 OXFORD OUR LETTER BAG FOR JUVENILES . ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS ,. BRITISH JUVENILE .
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... die as she died ! Deny me not this : let me lie at her side , Till the dawn of the day of reward for the blest , And together receive from the Lord His sweet rest ! HARRY AND HIS HOLLY ; OR , HOW HE SAVED THE BRITISH JUVENILE .
... die as she died ! Deny me not this : let me lie at her side , Till the dawn of the day of reward for the blest , And together receive from the Lord His sweet rest ! HARRY AND HIS HOLLY ; OR , HOW HE SAVED THE BRITISH JUVENILE .
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... HARRY AND HIS HOLLY ; OR , HOW HE SAVED THE HOUSE . ( SEE ENGRAVING , PAGE 1. ) " Holly berries ! holly berries ! Red and bright , and beaming Through the dusky evergreens , Like sprays of coral gleaming ; Ye have power to fill the ...
... HARRY AND HIS HOLLY ; OR , HOW HE SAVED THE HOUSE . ( SEE ENGRAVING , PAGE 1. ) " Holly berries ! holly berries ! Red and bright , and beaming Through the dusky evergreens , Like sprays of coral gleaming ; Ye have power to fill the ...
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... Harry was overjoyed to find his cart empty , and his pockets full - full of half - pennies and pennies . Joyfully he ... Harry , " asked his mother . Harry could not refrain from keeping his secret a minute longer . " One moment , mother ...
... Harry was overjoyed to find his cart empty , and his pockets full - full of half - pennies and pennies . Joyfully he ... Harry , " asked his mother . Harry could not refrain from keeping his secret a minute longer . " One moment , mother ...
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... HARRY'S NEW YEAR'S GIFT , AND WHAT HE DID WITH IT . HE roads were hard , and the vehicles trun- dled noisily over them ; hoar frost ornamented trees and shrubs , icicles hung from every bough , and while dainty flakes of snow fell ...
... HARRY'S NEW YEAR'S GIFT , AND WHAT HE DID WITH IT . HE roads were hard , and the vehicles trun- dled noisily over them ; hoar frost ornamented trees and shrubs , icicles hung from every bough , and while dainty flakes of snow fell ...
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ACROSTIC answered Arthur asked Aunt beautiful BRITISH JUVENILE BRITISH WORKWOMAN brother called chamois Channel Islands child cotton cowslips cried dear Dermy Dick Ruthven Donald door eyes face father felt flowers Freddy friends garden Gelert give grandmother hand happy Harry head heard heart Heywood hoop kind knew lady laughed little boy little girl little red hen lived look Maggie Magsie Margery Mark master Merriton Miles Coverdale mind Minnie Miss Haddon morning mother never night nosegay old oaken bucket once Orkney Isles pleasant poor pretty replied Robert round seemed Sibyl sight Silverbell sister smile soon Steve sure sweet tears tell things thought told took Tots tree Tuffy United Kingdom voice walk Willie window Winnie wish wonder WORD SQUARES words young
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102. oldal - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
101. oldal - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! it answers — Yes.
179. oldal - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure, For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing, And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell, Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well ! The old oaken bucket,...
179. oldal - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew! The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell, The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.
101. oldal - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
54. oldal - Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream Upon the silver lake or crystal stream; But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth...
102. oldal - I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile.) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here?
102. oldal - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine ; And, while the wings of fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
67. oldal - And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
69. oldal - And thus, dear children, have ye made for me This day a jubilee, And to my more than three-score years and ten Brought back my youth again. The heart hath its own memory, like the mind, And in it are enshrined The precious keepsakes, into which is wrought The giver's loving thought.