The Juvenile Keepsake: A Gift Book for Young People

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Clara Arnold
Phillips, Sampson,, 1853 - 144 páginas
 

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Página 24 - twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know. Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy, Whilst thus I sing, I am a king, Although a poor blind boy.
Página 24 - BOY 0 SAY what is that thing called Light, Which I must ne'er enjoy; What are the blessings of the sight, O tell your poor blind boy! You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright; 1 feel him warm, but how can he, Or make it day or night? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play; And could I ever keep awake With me 'twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You...
Página 44 - Lord, how sullen he would be ? He would catch a crumb, and then Sporting let it go again, He from my lip Would moisture sip, He would from my trencher feed, Then would hop, and then would run, And cry Philip when h' had done, O whose heart can choose but bleed ? O how eager would he fight?
Página 90 - And sportive ny from tree to tree To take the air And visit each gay flower that blows ; While every bell and bud that glows, Quite from the daisy to the rose, Your visits share. Saluting now the pied carnation, Now on the aster taking station, Murmuring your ardent admiration ; Then off you frisk Where poppies hang their heavy heads, Or where the gorgeous sunflower spreads For you her luscious golden beds, On her broad disk. To live on pleasure's painted wing, To feed on all the sweets of spring,...
Página 91 - Summer's past. For soon will fly the laughing hours, And this delightful waste of flowers Will shrink before the wintry showers And winds so keen. Alas ! who then will lend you aid, If your dry cell be yet unmade, Nor store of wax and honey laid In magazine ? Then, Lady Buzz, you will repent, That hours for useful labour meant Were so unprofitably spent, And idly lost. By cold and hunger keen...
Página 57 - ... a place for every thing, and every thing in its place...
Página 44 - O how eager would he fight? And ne'er hurt though he did bite : No morn did pass, But on my glass He would sit, and mark, and do What I did, now ruffle all His feathers o'er, now let 'em fall, And then straightway sleek 'em too.
Página 44 - Lesbia on her sparrow," is pretty and runs trippingly. " Tell me not of joy : there's none Now my little sparrow's gone ; He, just as you Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord, how sullen he would be ? He would catch a crumb, and then Sporting let it go again, He from my lip Would moisture sip, He would from my trencher feed, Then would hop...
Página 143 - Cleopatra heard this, and stood covered with confusion; she could not help blushing, and was unable to conceal her tears. However, this reproach perfectly reformed her, and she became sensible how unbecoming was a tyrannizing temper. It has been observed, that to be sensible of our errors is half the work of reformation. So it happened with Cleopatra, who, with the assistance of her mother's prudent counsels, became an amiable girl. Her reformation was a credit to her; and it is much to be wished...

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