Oh! why is this passion? remember, my child,GOD sees you, who lives in the sky.That dear little face, that I like so to kiss,How alter’d and sad it appears!Do you think I can love you so naughty as this,Or kiss you, all wetted with tears?Remember, though GOD is in Heaven, my love,He sees you within…
Young Fanny went out to the house of a friend,With a large little party the evening to spend.‘Ah! how they will all be delighted, I guess,And stare with surprise at my handsome new dress!’Thus said the vain girl, and her little heart beat,Impatient the happy young party to meet.But, alas! they were all too intent…
There was not a day but she rattled away,Like water for ever a-dropping.No matter at all if the subjects were small,Or not worth the trouble of saying,‘Twas equal to her, she would talking preferTo working, or reading, or playing.You’ll think now, perhaps, that there would have been gaps,If she had not been wonderfully clever:That her…
And tears of sweet affection shed?My Mother.When pain and sickness made me cry,Who gazed upon my heavy eye,And wept for fear that I should die?My Mother.Who taught my infant lips to prayAnd love God’s holy book and day,And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?My Mother.And can I ever cease to beAffectionate and kind to thee,Who wast…
For it is a pleasant day.On the grass-plat let us sit,Or, if you please, we’ll play a bit,And run about all over it.But the fruit we will not pick,For that would be a naughty trick,And very likely make us sick.Nor will we pluck the pretty flowersThat grow about the beds and bowers,Because you know they…
And must be to his lasting disgrace,That he never was seenWith hands at all clean,Nor yet ever clean was his face.His friends were much hurtTo see so much dirt,And often they made him quite clean;But all was in vain,He got dirty again,And not at all fit to be seen.It gave him no painTo hear them…
