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Original Poems, for Infant Minds, by Several Young Persons [A. and J. Taylor ...
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Original Poems for Infant Minds, by Several Young Persons [A. and J. Taylor ...
Senior Lecturer Ann Taylor
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Pàgina 112 - 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.
Pàgina 53 - They laid themselves down on the herbage at last ; And waiting politely (as gentlemen must), The ass held his tongue, that the cow might speak first. Then, with a deep sigh, she directly began, " Don't you think, Mr. Ass, we are injured by man? 'Tis a subject which lies with a weight on my mind : We really are greatly oppressed by mankind.
Pàgina iii - How neat she spreads the wax ! And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
Pàgina 113 - THE WAY TO BE HAPPY. How pleasant it is, at the end of the day, No follies to have to repent ; But reflect on the past, and be able to say, That my time has been properly spent.
Pàgina 17 - Said little heedless Emily. So tripping on to giddy play, She left the pin behind, For Betty's broom to whisk away, Or some one else to find ; She never gave a thought, indeed, To what she might to-morrow need. Next day a party was to ride, To see an air-balloon ; And all the company beside, "Were dressed and ready soon : But she, poor girl, she could not stir, For just a pin to finish her. 'Twas vainly now with eye and hand, She did to search begin ; There was not one — not one, the band Of her...
Pàgina 5 - ... s far enough away, And no one else is near ; Besides, what can there be amiss In opening such a box as this ? " So thumb and finger went to work To move the stubborn lid ; And presently a mighty jerk The mighty mischief did ; For, all at once, ah, woful case ! The snuff came puffing in her face.
Pàgina 43 - SOMK people complain they have nothing to do, And time passes slowly away ; They saunter about with no object in view, And long for the end of the day. In vain are the trifles and toys they desire, For nothing they truly enjoy ; Of trifles and toys and amusements they tire, For want of some useful employ.
Pàgina 30 - tis a matter that baffles my learning. One day a young chicken that lived thereabout, Stood watching to see the ducks pop in and out, Now turning tail upward, now diving below ; She thought, of all things, she should like to do so. So the poor silly chick was determined to try ; She thought 'twas as easy to swim as to fly : Though her mother had told her she must not go near, She foolishly thought there was nothing to fear. ' My feet, wings, and feathers, for aught I can see, As good as the duck's...
Pàgina 5 - Heyday ! and what's the matter now ?' Says grandmamma with lifted brow. Matilda, smarting with the pain, And tingling still, and sore, Made many a promise to refrain From meddling evermore. And 'tis a fact, as I have heard, She ever since has kept her word.