The British JuvenileJ. Caudwell, 1879 - Children's literature, English |
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... better judgment , Aunt Judith on one of these occasions gave the desired permission , and Gelert and his mistress set off together . But Flora's prophecy concerning the snow proved incorrect ; and had she been endowed with a common ...
... better judgment , Aunt Judith on one of these occasions gave the desired permission , and Gelert and his mistress set off together . But Flora's prophecy concerning the snow proved incorrect ; and had she been endowed with a common ...
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... better to put away a thing that is even doubtful than cleave to it and perhaps dishonour Him . " 66 Yes , and after all , if one comes to look at it aright , there is little in our habit of drinking these poisons but pleasing the flesh ...
... better to put away a thing that is even doubtful than cleave to it and perhaps dishonour Him . " 66 Yes , and after all , if one comes to look at it aright , there is little in our habit of drinking these poisons but pleasing the flesh ...
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... better ; " and , turning , she saw little Dick Frost , one of her neighbours , who is well - known for his kindness and gentle . ness to children , and for being always ready to fetch water or run errands for any of the old people who ...
... better ; " and , turning , she saw little Dick Frost , one of her neighbours , who is well - known for his kindness and gentle . ness to children , and for being always ready to fetch water or run errands for any of the old people who ...
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... better . Ronald's heart was set upon having an iron hoop . He felt sure he should lose the race unless he had one ; and , besides , every other boy would have one , and he would look so stupid with his old wooden hoop ! He had asked his ...
... better . Ronald's heart was set upon having an iron hoop . He felt sure he should lose the race unless he had one ; and , besides , every other boy would have one , and he would look so stupid with his old wooden hoop ! He had asked his ...
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... better about it than any one else . But he did not like to go back to Tots and say , " I was wrong ; here's the bull field , let us go home the other way . ' Why , they'd never get home with the pattens , and how foolish he would look ...
... better about it than any one else . But he did not like to go back to Tots and say , " I was wrong ; here's the bull field , let us go home the other way . ' Why , they'd never get home with the pattens , and how foolish he would look ...
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Page 102 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Page 101 - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! it answers — Yes.
Page 179 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure, For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing, And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell, Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well ! The old oaken bucket,...
Page 179 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew! The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell, The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.
Page 101 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Page 54 - Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream Upon the silver lake or crystal stream; But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth...
Page 102 - I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile.) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here?
Page 102 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine ; And, while the wings of fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Page 67 - And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 69 - And thus, dear children, have ye made for me This day a jubilee, And to my more than three-score years and ten Brought back my youth again. The heart hath its own memory, like the mind, And in it are enshrined The precious keepsakes, into which is wrought The giver's loving thought.