The Juvenile Wreath. By the Author of the Flowers of the Forest, Etc. [i.e. Margaret Graves Derenzy.] |
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... O'er the woodlands far away ! O my pretty little pet ! Don't you pity me , Janette ? O ! I lov'd this little bird In my very very heart ! And I thought , upon my word , We should never never part : O my pretty little pet ! Don't you ...
... O'er the woodlands far away ! O my pretty little pet ! Don't you pity me , Janette ? O ! I lov'd this little bird In my very very heart ! And I thought , upon my word , We should never never part : O my pretty little pet ! Don't you ...
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... ! why didst thou fly O'er the abbey spire so high ? When thou'rt thirsty , Robin Red , And the streams are frozen up , Thou wilt shake thy little head , Thinking of thy china cup , — Thinking of thy downy bed , Thou wilt sigh and.
... ! why didst thou fly O'er the abbey spire so high ? When thou'rt thirsty , Robin Red , And the streams are frozen up , Thou wilt shake thy little head , Thinking of thy china cup , — Thinking of thy downy bed , Thou wilt sigh and.
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... o'er with frost and snow , Then thou'lt wish thou hadst not gone , Then thou'lt think of slighted John . Robin , when thy little ones , Freezing , fall from off the tree , Lying on the cold hard stones , Then thou'lt vainly think of me ...
... o'er with frost and snow , Then thou'lt wish thou hadst not gone , Then thou'lt think of slighted John . Robin , when thy little ones , Freezing , fall from off the tree , Lying on the cold hard stones , Then thou'lt vainly think of me ...
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... o'er the dell ; See ! the evening sun has set ! Now to bed , and now to sleep ; Now to dream of thee , and weep ! THE CHESNUT SO HIGH . MAMMA , dear mamma , will you come to yon tree ? Do come , mamma , come , now , so pleasant ' twill ...
... o'er the dell ; See ! the evening sun has set ! Now to bed , and now to sleep ; Now to dream of thee , and weep ! THE CHESNUT SO HIGH . MAMMA , dear mamma , will you come to yon tree ? Do come , mamma , come , now , so pleasant ' twill ...
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... o'er , thou willow tree , Shelter o'er yon bank of moss : Swains and nymphs will hallow thee , As the woodland wilds they cross . Blossom forth , thou willow tree , Blossom o'er the dewy lawn ; Toss thy light boughs gracefully At the ...
... o'er , thou willow tree , Shelter o'er yon bank of moss : Swains and nymphs will hallow thee , As the woodland wilds they cross . Blossom forth , thou willow tree , Blossom o'er the dewy lawn ; Toss thy light boughs gracefully At the ...
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The Juvenile Wreath, by the Author of 'The Flowers of the Forest', &C Margaret Graves Derenzy Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Términos y frases comunes
Abbey of Clomines babe baby beam beautiful boughs bourn BOWER chesnut so high cold cover'd dark dear little wren dear mamma drown'd Ellen extra boards eyes flew float flowers gay little glee green hark heart Houlston Julia larch leafy leave little Arthur little bee little bird little boat Little lady LITTLE MILL little pet liv'd look'd Lord Stratford LOVELY CHILD Lucy moon morning mother mountain NAIN Nanette never nice old crab OLD HAG old Peter papa perch'd poor Josephine pray pretty rosary Price 6d quick raven Robin Redbreast rock round shade shriek'd sigh sing a sweet song soon stop stream Summer sunbeams Susan swan sweet little sweet sister Jane tamborine tear tell tempest thee thou willow tree Thou wilt thrush thy little tol de rol Tommy's coo trip Twas Twill Twould wave Winter witness'd woodlands yonder
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Página 83 - Now when he came nigh to the gate of the city, behold, there was a dead man carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow; and much people of the city was with her. "And when the Lord saw her, he had compassion on her, and said unto her, 'Weep not.