Original poems, by A. and J. Taylor1876 |
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ADELAIDE beam birds Blanchidine Bob Green bosom bread breast bright Brunette buttons bright charming cheerful child cold cover'd cried cruel dark dark season delight Dick Dicky doll dreadful drest DULCKEN ev'ry father fire flow'r friends garden gilt good-natur'd green Harry head hear heard honest old Tray idle Illustrations JANE JANE TAYLOR John Brown John Tomkins kind lady laugh'd little boy little girl look Lord Hubert's mamma mind morning morocco mother naughty neat nest never night o'er pain papa pass'd Paternoster Row plain play pleasure poor little pray pretty round sing sleep smile snow snowdrop song stopp'd SUSAN COOLIDGE sweet tall tall fir tears tell tempest thee thing thought thro tit for tat Tommy tree Twas Twill Warwick House wicked wind wings Woodland House young
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Стр. 67 - He then looked at the cheese, But the crow did not open her mouth. Sly Reynard, not tired, Her plumage admired, ' How charming ! how brilliant its hue ! The voice must be fine, Of a bird so divine, Ah, let me just hear it, pray do. ' Believe me, I long To hear a sweet song...
Стр. 73 - With the few scatter'd ears she can glean. She never leaves off, or runs out of her place, To play, or to idle, and chat ; Except now and then, just to wipe her hot face, And fan herself with her broad hat. " Poor girl, hard at work in the heat of the sun, How tired and hot you must be ; Why don't you leave off, as the others have done, And sit with them under the tree...
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Стр. 169 - 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.
Стр. 111 - 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.
Стр. 171 - THE WAY TO BE HAPPY. OW 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, That my time has been properly spent.
Стр. 83 - Sometimes she'd lift the tea-pot 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.
Стр. 61 - My Mother. Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My Mother.
Стр. 16 - I'm sure, Can happen to the good. So calling all his courage up, He to the goblin went ; And eager through the dismal gloom His piercing eyes he bent. And when he came well nigh the ghost That gave him such affright, He clapped his hands upon his side, And loudly laughed outright. For 'twas a friendly hand-post stood His wand'rings steps to guide ; And thus he found that to the good No evil can betide.