The Juvenile Wreath. By the Author of the Flowers of the Forest, Etc. [i.e. Margaret Graves Derenzy.] |
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... true Story . ONE evening in spring eighteen hundred and ten , A sweet boy , ' bout three years of age , To the best of my knowledge his name was Glen- more , I know he was feeding a lark at the door , And putting some seed in the cage ...
... true Story . ONE evening in spring eighteen hundred and ten , A sweet boy , ' bout three years of age , To the best of my knowledge his name was Glen- more , I know he was feeding a lark at the door , And putting some seed in the cage ...
Page 45
... true Story . IN passing , this morning , Lord Elville's demesne , The trees which hang over the ponds Attracted my notice : admiring , I stopp'd , When , suddenly , out from the rushes there popp'd Two beautiful lily - white swans ...
... true Story . IN passing , this morning , Lord Elville's demesne , The trees which hang over the ponds Attracted my notice : admiring , I stopp'd , When , suddenly , out from the rushes there popp'd Two beautiful lily - white swans ...
Page 48
... true : But do give me leave me to ask , Is it like my Tommy's coo ? Tom , in naughty fit , last night , Left me - o'er the woods he flew : Soon I trac'd his hiding - place , By his pretty little coo . Should my pigeon fly away , I ...
... true : But do give me leave me to ask , Is it like my Tommy's coo ? Tom , in naughty fit , last night , Left me - o'er the woods he flew : Soon I trac'd his hiding - place , By his pretty little coo . Should my pigeon fly away , I ...
Page 57
... True , my boy : and as you gaze , Think of man , and man's short hours ; Think of him whose longest days Are but like the summer flowers . " Born to fade and die away , Chill'd by Winter's freezing breath , Who , with unrelenting sway ...
... True , my boy : and as you gaze , Think of man , and man's short hours ; Think of him whose longest days Are but like the summer flowers . " Born to fade and die away , Chill'd by Winter's freezing breath , Who , with unrelenting sway ...
Page 61
... true , with his rain and his snows ; The frozen old blow - cool , I wish he would stay With his friends at Kamschatka ; what brought him away ? Just hear , o'er the hill how he blows ! " And must we give up our sweet sunbeams and ...
... true , with his rain and his snows ; The frozen old blow - cool , I wish he would stay With his friends at Kamschatka ; what brought him away ? Just hear , o'er the hill how he blows ! " And must we give up our sweet sunbeams and ...
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Page 83 - Now when he came nigh to the gate of the city, behold, there was a dead man carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow; and much people of the city was with her. "And when the Lord saw her, he had compassion on her, and said unto her, 'Weep not.