Child Life: A Collection of Poems (Google eBook)
John Greenleaf Whittier
Houghton, Mifflin, 1871 - Children's poetry - 263 pages
An anthology of poems by nineteenth-century authors from various countries about the experiences of childhood.
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Alfred Tennyson angel Babie Bell beautiful blessed blossoms blue Bob-o'-link bright bright eyes brook brown brown thrush chee cheek child comes cried dear eyes face fair fairies fast father feet flowers gates Gilpin gray green guilders hair hand happy head hear heard heart heaven John Gilpin kiss laugh light little bird little Christel little Dandelion little Hiawatha little maid Little white Lily Lived look Lucy Larcom Mary Howitt meadow merry minute mix minutes bake mooly cow morning mother nest never night Nokomis o'er peep Phoebe Cary pipe Piper play pretty Quoth rose round sandpiper shine sing sits sleep smile snow soft song sorrow Spink stole sweet T. B. Aldrich tell thee There's things Thomas Hood thou thought to-day To-whit tree violets wild William Motherwell wind wings wonder wood
Page 213 - dwell, And two are gone to sea. " Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother ; And in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother." " You say that two at Con way dwell, And two arc gone to sea, Yet ye are seven ! I pray
Page 185 - BETWEEN the (lark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is
Page 243 - archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin, out of breath, And sore against his will, Till, at his friend the Calender's, His horse at last stood still. The Calender, amazed to see His neighbor in such a trim, Laid down his pipe, flew to the
Page 229 - LUCY GRAY. OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray ; And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see, at break of day, The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door.
Page 244 - off with all his might, As he had done before. Away went Gilpin, and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig ; He lost them sooner than at first, For why ? — they were too big. Now Mrs. Gilpiu, when she saw Her husband posting down Into the country far away, She
Page 244 - much the worse for wear, Each comely in its kind. He held them up, and in his turn Thus show'd his ready wit; " My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. " But let me scrape the dust away, That hangs upon your face
Page xiii - 263 INFANCY. INFANCY. THE BABY. WHERE did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere into the here. Where did you get your eyes so blue ? Out of the sky as I came through. What makes the light in them sparkle and spin? Some of the starry spikes left in. Where did
Page 124 - green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled, Like a candle flame where salt is sprinkled ; And ere three shrill notes the pipe had uttered, You heard as if an army muttered ; And the muttering grew to a grumbling ; And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling