Original Poems for Infant Minds, Volume 2

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Arthur Hall, Virtue & Company, 1854 - Children's poetry
 

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Page 124 - Within the silent shade. Then let me to the valley go, This pretty flower to see, That I may also learn to grow In sweet humility.
Page 124 - DOWN in a green and shady bed A modest violet grew ; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colors bright and fair ! It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding there.
Page 82 - And all that time the mother's eye Must every little want supply. Then surely, when each little limb Shall grow to healthy size, And youth and manhood strengthen him For toil and enterprise, His mother's kindness is a debt, He never, never will forget.
Page 10 - But turn your back a minute. In vain you told her not to touch, Her trick of meddling grew so much. Her grandmamma went out one day, And by mistake she laid Her spectacles and snuff-box gay, Too near the little maid. " Ah ! well," thought she, " I'll try them on, As soon as grandmamma is gone.
Page 29 - THE CHATTERBOX. FROM morning till night it was Lucy's delight To chatter and talk without stopping ; There was not a day but she rattled away, Like water for ever a dropping...
Page 53 - SOME people complain they have nothing to do, And time passes slowly away; They saunter about with no object in view, And long for the end of the day. In vain are the trifles and toys they desire, For nothing they truly enjoy; Of trifles, and toys, and amusements they tire, For want of some, useful employ.
Page 11 - Cried grandmamma, with lifted brow. Matilda, smarting with the pain, And tingling still, and sore, Made many a promise to refrain From meddling evermore. And 'tis a fact, as I have heard, She ever since has kept her word.
Page 49 - Dirty Jim THERE was one little Jim, Tis reported of him, And must be to his lasting disgrace, That he never was seen With hands at all clean, Nor yet ever clean was his face. His friends were much hurt To see so much dirt, And often they made him quite clean ; But all was in vain, He got dirty again, And not at all fit to be seen. It gave him no pain To hear them complain, Nor his own dirty clothes to survey : His indolent mind No pleasure could find In tidy and wholesome array. The idle and bad,...

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