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... sweet native village , so far , far away , I can never return with my poor dog Tray . CAMPBELL . terrible listened A CHILD'S PRAYER . ceasing prosperous abundance fountains THIRD MIDLAND READER . 15 Adapted from F Fern Campbell Lamartine.
... sweet native village , so far , far away , I can never return with my poor dog Tray . CAMPBELL . terrible listened A CHILD'S PRAYER . ceasing prosperous abundance fountains THIRD MIDLAND READER . 15 Adapted from F Fern Campbell Lamartine.
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... sweet name makes my mother's brow bend towards the earth ! My mouth lisps thy name held sacred by the angels , for even a child is listened to in the choir that glorifies thee ! And since thou art willing , though so far off , to listen ...
... sweet name makes my mother's brow bend towards the earth ! My mouth lisps thy name held sacred by the angels , for even a child is listened to in the choir that glorifies thee ! And since thou art willing , though so far off , to listen ...
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... sweet mother , that better land ? " " Not there , not there , my child ! " " Eye hath not seen it , my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair— Sorrow and death may not enter there ...
... sweet mother , that better land ? " " Not there , not there , my child ! " " Eye hath not seen it , my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair— Sorrow and death may not enter there ...
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... , For fond hearts within her were dreaming of home . The young mother pressed fondly her babe to her breast , And sang a sweet song as she rocked it to rest ; 66 And the husband sat cheerily down by her side THIRD MIDLAND READER . 25 ...
... , For fond hearts within her were dreaming of home . The young mother pressed fondly her babe to her breast , And sang a sweet song as she rocked it to rest ; 66 And the husband sat cheerily down by her side THIRD MIDLAND READER . 25 ...
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... sweet season of the year , when the sap is rising in the gnarled and knotted oak , when out of the heavy dull clod of earth , the pure lily and purple violet , and creamy primrose draw their beautiful tints , it seems as if the hands ...
... sweet season of the year , when the sap is rising in the gnarled and knotted oak , when out of the heavy dull clod of earth , the pure lily and purple violet , and creamy primrose draw their beautiful tints , it seems as if the hands ...
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Page 57 - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
Page 23 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold — Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? " " Not there, not there, my child...
Page 43 - OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray : And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. 'To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow.
Page 57 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor.
Page 15 - She said, (while the sorrow was big at her heart,) Oh ! remember your Sheelah when far, far away : And be kind, my dear Pat, to our poor dog Tray.
Page 44 - Lucy climb: But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They wept — and, turning homeward, cried, "In heaven we all shall meet;" — When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet.
Page 43 - He plied his work ; — and Lucy took The lantern in her hand. Not blither is the mountain roe : With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow, That rises up like smoke. The storm came on before its time : She wandered up and down ; And many a hill did Lucy climb, But never...
Page 73 - THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD. THEY grew in beauty, side by side, They filled one home with glee ; — Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea.
Page 89 - THE SUNBEAM. THOU art no lingerer in monarch's hall — A joy thou art, and a wealth to all! A bearer of hope unto land and sea...
Page 23 - Not there, not there, my child !" " Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings...