To lose her sweet smile is a terrible loss,I can’t even kiss her without.You say you don’t like to be wash’d and be dress’d,But would you not wish to be clean?Come, drive that long sob from your dear little breast,This face is not fit to be seen.If the water is cold, and the brush hurts…
You’ve work’d so neatly, read so well,With cousin Jane you may take tea.‘But pray remember this, my love,Although to stay you should incline,And none but you should think to move,I wish you to return at nine. ‘With many thanks the attentive childAssured mamma she would obey:Whom tenderly she kiss’d, and smiled,And with the maid then…
TWO good little children, named Mary and Ann,Both happily live, as good girls always can;And though they are not either sullen or mute,They seldom or never are heard to dispute.If one wants a thing that the other would like–Well,–what do they do? Must they quarrel and strike?No, each is so willing to give up her…
My pincushion has others in,Mamma has plenty more:A miser will I never be,’Said little heedless Emily.So tripping on to giddy play,She left the pin behind,For Betty’s broom to whisk away,Or some one else to find;She never gave a thought, indeed,To what she might to-morrow need.Next day a party was to ride,To see an air-balloon!And all…
That GOD, who saw the things she did,From whom no action can be hid;Did she forget that GOD could seeAnd hear, wherever she might be?He made your eyes, and can discernWhichever way you think to turn;He made your ears, and he can hearWhen you think nobody is near;In every place, by night or day,He watches…
All the boys and girls are seen,Playing there with hoop and ball.Now they frolic hand in hand,Making many a merry chain;Then they form a warlike band,Marching o’er the level plain.Now ascends the worsted ball,High it rises in the air,Or against the cottage wall,Up and down it bounces there.Then the hoop, with even pace,Runs before the…
They would rather eat apples than spell, read, or play,And Thomas to William then cried:‘O brother, look yonder! what clusters hang there!I’ll try and climb over the wall:I must have an apple; I will have a pear;Although it should cost me a fall!’Said William to Thomas, ‘To steal is a sin,Mamma has oft told this…
As do the bee and bird;Nor does it, like the prudent ant,Lay up the grain for times of want,A wise and cautious hoard.My youth is but a summer’s day:Then like the bee and ant I’ll layA store of learning by;And though from flower to flower I rove,My stock of wisdom I’ll improveNor be a butterfly.
Its stalk was bent, it hung its headAs if to hide from view.And yet it was a lovely flower,Its colour bright and fair;It might have graced a rosy bower,Instead of hiding there.Yet thus it was content to bloom,In modest tints arrayed;And there diffused a sweet perfume,Within the silent shade.Then let me to the valley goThis…
So juicy, so mellow, and red;And when they were ripe, he disposed of his store,To children or any who pass’d by his door,To buy him a morsel of bread.Little Dick, his next neighbour, one often might see,With longing eye viewing this fine apple-tree,And wishing a codlin might fall:One day as he stood in the heat…
