The Favorite Story Book, Or, Pleasing Sketches for Youth

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Clara Arnold
Phillips, Sampson, 1853 - Počet stran: 144
 

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Strana 34 - The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink ; I heard a voice, it said, Drink, pretty Creature, drink ! And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied, A snow-white mountain Lamb with a Maiden at its side.
Strana 34 - What ails thee, Young One! what? Why pull so at thy cord? Is it not well with thee ? well both for bed and board ? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be; Rest, little Young One, rest; what is't that aileth thee ? " What is it thou wouldst seek ? What is wanting to thy heart?
Strana 45 - OH ! call my brother back to me ! I cannot play alone ; The Summer comes with flower and bee — Where is my brother gone ? " The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back ! " The flowers run wild — the flowers we sow'd Around our garden tree; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him back to me...
Strana 36 - It will not, will not rest !— Poor creature, can it be That 'tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee? Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear, And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear.
Strana 33 - Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command ; To thee I consecrate my days : Perpetual blessings from thy hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.
Strana 46 - A rose's brief, bright life of joy, Such unto him was given ; Go — thou must play alone, my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven.
Strana 36 - I have brought thee in this Can Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran; And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
Strana 35 - ... What is it thou wouldst seek? What is wanting to thy heart ? Thy limbs, are they not strong? And beautiful thou art: This grass is tender grass ; these flowers they have no peers; And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears ! If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen chain, This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain ; For rain and mountain storms! the like thou need'st not fear— The rain and storm are things which scarcely can come here.
Strana 33 - MY God, how endless is thy love ! Thy gifts are every evening new ; And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew. 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers.
Strana 36 - I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there ; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play, When they are angry, roar like lions for their prey. Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky ; Night and day thou art safe, — our cottage is hard by. Why bleat so after me? Why pull so at thy chain* Sleep, — and at break of day I will come to thee again...

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