Original poems for infant minds, by A. and J. Taylor

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Page 204 - Though cold was the weather, or dear was the food, John never was found in a murmuring mood; For this he was constantly heard to declare, What he could not prevent he would cheerfully bear. " For, why should I grumble and murmur?" he said " If I cannot get meat, I can surely get bread ; And though fretting may make my calamities deeper, It never can cause bread and cheese to be cheaper.
Page 104 - Heyday ! and what's the matter now 1 " Says 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 201 - THE POPPY. HIGH on a bright and sunny bed A scarlet poppy grew, And up it held its staring head, And thrust it full in view. Yet no attention did it win, By all these efforts made, And less unwelcome had it been In some retired shade. Although within its scarlet breast No sweet perfume was found, It seemed to think itself the best Of all the flowers around.
Page 202 - VIOLET. 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.
Page 31 - He prosper'd in his ways ? No, wicked courses never can Bring good and happy days. Without a shilling in his purse, Or cot to call his own, Poor Thomas grew from bad to worse, And harden'd as a stone.
Page 203 - THE WAY TO BE HAPPY. How pleasant it is, at the end of the day, No follies to have to repent ; But reflect on the past, and be able to say, My time has been properly spent...
Page 202 - 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 102 - Sometimes she'd lift the teapot lid, To peep at what was in it; Or tilt the kettle, if you did 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.
Page 174 - I cast my eyes into the tomb, The sight made me bitterly cry ; I said, " And is this the dark room, Where my father and mother must lie...

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