The British JuvenileJ. Caudwell, 1879 |
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3. oldal
... told that. 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 ...
... told that. 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 ...
5. oldal
mouser , and one morning we children were told that Pet was the happy mother of four little kittens . What dears they were ! Two were entirely black , one was black and white , and the other the flower of the flock - was black , with ...
mouser , and one morning we children were told that Pet was the happy mother of four little kittens . What dears they were ! Two were entirely black , one was black and white , and the other the flower of the flock - was black , with ...
7. oldal
... told us how the " lump or white sugar is made . That is another process , called sugar - refining , and is not carried on at the plantations . After being shipped to England , the raw sugar is placed in large tanks capable of holding ...
... told us how the " lump or white sugar is made . That is another process , called sugar - refining , and is not carried on at the plantations . After being shipped to England , the raw sugar is placed in large tanks capable of holding ...
10. oldal
... told Tots some of the things , " Mark said , nodding his head proudly . " I want you to begin now , Mark , " his grand- mother answered . " Do not put off till to - morrow what you can do to - day . There's that garden you've left to ...
... told Tots some of the things , " Mark said , nodding his head proudly . " I want you to begin now , Mark , " his grand- mother answered . " Do not put off till to - morrow what you can do to - day . There's that garden you've left to ...
11. oldal
... told he was a nice little boy . He did not like to hear grandmother say , " Pride leads to many pitfalls , Mark ; " or " When are you going to do up the garden , little boy ? " For grandmother , who knew him best , was right in thinking ...
... told he was a nice little boy . He did not like to hear grandmother say , " Pride leads to many pitfalls , Mark ; " or " When are you going to do up the garden , little boy ? " For grandmother , who knew him best , was right in thinking ...
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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.