Little Ann, and other poems, by J. and A. Taylor

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Page 16 - VIOLET. DOWN in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew, Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view.
Page 18 - I cast my eyes into the tomb, The sight made me bitterly cry; I said, and is this the dark room Where my father and mother must lie! I cast my eyes round me again, In hopes some protector to see: Alas! but the search was in vain, For none had compassion on me. I cast my eyes up to the sky, I...
Page 16 - DOWN in a green and shady bed A modest violet grew ; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colors bright and fair ! It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding there.
Page 26 - Her grandmamma went out one day, And, by mistake, she laid Her spectacles and snuff-box gay, Too near the little maid; "Ah! well," thought she, "I'll try them on, As soon as grandmamma is gone.
Page 54 - Learning to go alone. COME, my darling, come away, Take a pretty walk to-day ; Run along, and never fear, I'll take care of baby dear : Up and down with little feet, That's the way to walk, my sweet. Now it is so very near, Soon she'll get to mother dear. There she comes along at last : Here's my finger, hold it fast ; Now one pretty little kiss, After such a walk as this.
Page 50 - THANK you, pretty cow, that made Pleasant milk to soak my bread, Every day, and every night, Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white. Do not chew the hemlock rank, Growing on the weedy bank ; Cut the yellow cowslips eat, They will make it very sweet.
Page 26 - I'll open it," said little Miss. " I know that grandmamma would say, ' Don't meddle with it, dear ;' But then, she's far enough away, And no one else is near : Besides, what can there be amiss, In opening such a box as this...
Page 25 - Tis reported of him, And must be to his lasting disgrace, That he never was seen With hands at all clean, Nor yet ever clean was his face. His friends were much hurt To 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 pain To hear them complain, Nor his own dirty clothes to survey : His indolent mind No pleasure could find The idle and bad, Like this little lad, May love dirty ways to be sure ; But good...
Page 26 - Ah! well," thought she, "I'll try them on, As soon as grandmamma is gone." Forthwith, she placed upon her nose The glasses large and wide; And looking round, as I suppose, The snuffbox, too, she spied.
Page 53 - I'm found, Peeping just above the ground, And my stalk is covered flat, With a white and yellow hat. Little...

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