Child Life: A Collection of Poems
John Greenleaf Whittier
J. R. Osgood, 1872 - Animals - 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 brown brown thrush chee cheek child comes cried Daisies dear eyes face fair fairies fast father feet flowers gates Gilpin glad gray green guilders hair hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hill John Gilpin kiss laugh light little bird little Christel little Dandelion little Hiawatha little maid Little white Lily little wings Lived look Lucy Larcom Mary Howitt meadow merry minute mix minutes bake mooly cow moon morning mother nest never night Nokomis o'er peep 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 thou thought to-day To-whit tree violets wild William Motherwell William Wordsworth wind wings wonder
Page 168 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light!
Page 214 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Page 213 - Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother ; And, in the church-yard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 244 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case." Said John, "It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.
Page 101 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 242 - Were shatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke, As they had basted been. But still he seem'd to carry weight, With leathern girdle braced ; For all might see the bottle-necks, Still dangling at his waist.
Page 168 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 241 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, at last it flew away. Then might all people well discern the bottles he had slung; A bottle swinging at each side, as hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out,
Page 147 - Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St.