The juvenile museum; or, child's library of amusement and instruction, by 'quiet George'.Willoughby, 1840 - 192 páginas |
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... called quiet George . A kind word used to bring tears into my eyes ; and they soon found I had a gentle and loving heart . And now I am a man , with dear companions of my own , and kind friends to share my joys and sorrows , I often ...
... called quiet George . A kind word used to bring tears into my eyes ; and they soon found I had a gentle and loving heart . And now I am a man , with dear companions of my own , and kind friends to share my joys and sorrows , I often ...
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... called the " Queen of the Ocean , " were quickly alongside the burning ship , and with their boats they rescued many from their dangerous po- sition . The flames were raging with immense fury from the centre to the stern ( or after part ) ...
... called the " Queen of the Ocean , " were quickly alongside the burning ship , and with their boats they rescued many from their dangerous po- sition . The flames were raging with immense fury from the centre to the stern ( or after part ) ...
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... called the Alps and if you trace it with your finger , you will find that it passes through Germany , France , and Holland , till it reaches the sea . In the coun- tries through which this noble river passes , there is abundance of ...
... called the Alps and if you trace it with your finger , you will find that it passes through Germany , France , and Holland , till it reaches the sea . In the coun- tries through which this noble river passes , there is abundance of ...
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... called the Alps : and if you trace it with your finger , you will find that it passes through Germany , France , and Holland , till it reaches the sea . In the coun- tries through which this noble river passes , there is abundance of ...
... called the Alps : and if you trace it with your finger , you will find that it passes through Germany , France , and Holland , till it reaches the sea . In the coun- tries through which this noble river passes , there is abundance of ...
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... called upon to sell them food ; but he declared that , till the price rose to a certain high standard , he would not dispose of his wheat ; and so the people were in great distress , and a famine was in the land . One night the baron ...
... called upon to sell them food ; but he declared that , till the price rose to a certain high standard , he would not dispose of his wheat ; and so the people were in great distress , and a famine was in the land . One night the baron ...
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Página 104 - I do not know what I may appear to the world ; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Página 44 - bide my time" — But my heart will leap at a scene like this, And I half renew my prime. Play on ! play on ! I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring ; I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call ; And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.
Página 107 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Página 58 - MOTHER, mother, the winds are at play, Prithee, let me be idle to-day. Look, dear mother, the flowers all lie Languidly under the bright blue sky. See, how slowly the streamlet glides; Look, how the violet roguishly hides; Even the butterfly rests on the rose, And scarcely sips the sweets as he goes. Poor Tray is asleep in the noon-day sun, And the flies go about him one by one ; And pussy sits near with a sleepy grace, Without ever thinking of washing her face. There flies a bird to a...
Página 107 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.
Página 107 - O'er all the pleasant land! The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam; And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream. The merry homes of England! Around their hearths by night What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light! There woman's voice flows forth in song Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old.
Página 44 - I LOVE to look on a scene like this, Of wild and careless play, And persuade myself that I am not old, And my locks are not yet gray ; For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart, And...
Página 59 - There flies a bird to a neighbouring tree, But very lazily flieth he, And he sits and twitters a gentle note, That scarcely ruffles his little throat. You bid me be busy; but, mother, hear How the hum-drum grasshopper soundeth near, And the soft west wind is so light in its play, It scarcely moves a leaf on the spray. I wish, oh, I wish I was yonder cloud, That sails about with its misty shroud; Books and work I no more should see, And I'd come and float, dear mother, o'er thee.
Página 107 - The merry homes of England! Around their hearths by night What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old. The blessed homes of England...
Página 75 - I'VE watched you now a full half-hour Self-poised upon that yellow flower ; And, little butterfly ! indeed, I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless ! — not frozen seas More motionless ! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again...