With Trumpet and DrumC. Scribner's Sons, 1892 - 126 páginas |
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28 JUNE anear angell angell songe baby Balow beautiful beautiful sea beguiled BELL-FLOWER TREE bloom Blynken BONNIE breast bringeth BUTTERCUP chocolate cat COBBLER AND STORK cried darling dear dream EUGENE FIELD eyes fair fairy father FATHER'S LETTER FIRE-HANGBIRD'S NEST fold Forget-me-not Ganderfeather gold hangbird's nest hard at play hath HAWTHORNE CHILDREN hear heard heart Heigho Hush Hushaby INTRY-MINTRY kiss Krinken LITTLE BLUE PIGEON Little Boy Blue LITTLE BROOK little face Little Mistress Sans-Merci little tulip Lizzie lolly lollyby long ago LYTTEL BOY maiden Nis mamma's merry misty moder moonbeam mother NAUGHTY DOLL NELLIE night long ninna and anninia PATENT Pittypat and Tippytoe play Poppy pretty red drum rock rockaby round sing sleep smile stars SUGAR-PLUM TREE summer sweet swing Teeny-Weeny thee thou shalt to-night toddling toy dog TRUMPET AND DRUM voice wee croodlin Wynken yonder
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Página 48 - twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea; But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed...
Página 79 - Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, Each in the same old place, Awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face.
Página 47 - We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!" Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe, And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew. The little stars were the herring fish That lived in that beautiful sea — "Now cast your nets wherever you wish — Never afeard are we...
Página 115 - CHRISTMAS TREASURES I COUNT my treasures o'er with care, — The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A little lock of golden hair. Long years ago this holy time, My little one — my all to me — Sat robed in white upon my knee, And heard the merry Christmas chime. "Tell me, my little golden-head, If Santa Claus should come to-night, What shall he bring my baby bright, — What treasure for my boy?
Página 78 - THE little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!
Página 46 - Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe, — Sailed on a river of misty light Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?' The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we," Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
Página 47 - Now cast your nets wherever you wish — • Never afeard are we"; So cried the stars to the fishermen three; Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam— Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home; 'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed As if it could not be, And some...
Página 1 - Tis a marvel of great renown! It blooms on the shore of the Lollypop sea In the garden of Shut-Eye Town; The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet (As those who have tasted it say) That good little children have only to eat Of that fruit to be happy next day. When you've got to the tree, you would have a hard time To capture the fruit which I sing; The...
Página 34 - Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; What shall you fear when I am here? Sleep, little one, sleep." The king may sing in his bitter flight, The tree may croon to the vine to-night, But the little snowflake at my breast Liketh the song I sing the best,— '' Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; Weary, thou art.
Página 11 - ll trot you round, Hitched to our new milk-cart! And you shall help me blanket the kine And fold the gentle sheep And set the herring a-soak in brine — But now, little tulip, sleep ! A Dream-One comes to button the eyes That wearily droop and blink, While the old mill buffets the frowning skies And scolds at the stars that wink ; Over your face the misty wings Of that beautiful Dream-One sweep, And rocking your cradle she softly sings: "Sleep, little tulip, sleep!