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Página 34 - THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink ; I heard a voice ; it said, " Drink, pretty Creature, drink ! " And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied A snow-white mountain Lamb with a Maiden at its side. No other sheep were near, the Lamb was all alone, And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone ; With one knee on the grass did the little Maiden kneel, While to that mountain Lamb she gave its evening meal.
Página 20 - Boy and the Sheep * Lazy sheep, pray tell me why In the pleasant field you lie, Eating grass and daisies white, From the morning till the night: Everything can something do; But what kind of use are you...
Página 21 - True, it seems a pleasant thing Nipping daisies in the spring; But what chilly nights I pass On the cold and dewy grass, Or pick my scanty dinner where All the ground is brown and bare ! " Then the farmer comes at last, When the merry spring is past, Cuts my woolly fleece away, For your coat in wintry day. Little master, this is why In the pleasant fields I lie.
Página 45 - THERE'S not a leaf within the bower ; There's not a bird upon the tree ; There's not a dew-drop on the flower ; But bears the impress, Lord ! of thee.
Página 12 - I HEAR a pretty bird, but hark ! I cannot see it anywhere. Oh ! it is a little lark, Singing in the morning air. Little lark, do tell me why You are singing in the sky...
Página 16 - How many deeds of kindness A little child can do, Although it has but little strength, And little wisdom too ! It wants a loving spirit Much more than strength, to prove How many things a child may do For others, by its love ! 20
Página 15 - SUPPOSE the little cowslip Should hang its golden cup, And say, " I'm such a tiny flower, I'd better not grow up," How many a weary traveller Would miss its fragrant smell, How many a little child would grieve To lose it from the dell.
Página 13 - Singing in the morning air. Little lark, do tell me why You are singing in the sky? Other little birds at rest, Have not yet begun to sing ; Every one is in its nest, With its head behind its wing: Little lark, then, tell me why You're so early in the sky?