The Little Pilgrim, Volumes 1-3L.K. Lippincott, 1853 - Children's periodicals |
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... birds that sailors have a high regard for , and consider sacred ; if a passenger should shoot one , they would expect a tremendous storm to come up directly , and the vessel to be wrecked in a few hours ; of course this is a foolish ...
... birds that sailors have a high regard for , and consider sacred ; if a passenger should shoot one , they would expect a tremendous storm to come up directly , and the vessel to be wrecked in a few hours ; of course this is a foolish ...
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... bird had filled her ears with fine stories of grander gardens over the sea , and she had been seized with a foolish ... birds in the trees , and the ripple and laughter of brooks down rocks and glens ; and he sometimes might have been ...
... bird had filled her ears with fine stories of grander gardens over the sea , and she had been seized with a foolish ... birds in the trees , and the ripple and laughter of brooks down rocks and glens ; and he sometimes might have been ...
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... Birds.- A singular provision is made for keeping the sur- face of the bird's eye clean - for wiping the glass of the instrument , as it were , and also for pro- tecting it , while rapidly flying through the air and through thickets ...
... Birds.- A singular provision is made for keeping the sur- face of the bird's eye clean - for wiping the glass of the instrument , as it were , and also for pro- tecting it , while rapidly flying through the air and through thickets ...
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... birds have heard it , and hasten To their last nests in the forests , In the orchard boughs and under cottage eaves : All through the earth there is a stirring , A turning , a waking , a calling : Earth and air and water all a - tremble ...
... birds have heard it , and hasten To their last nests in the forests , In the orchard boughs and under cottage eaves : All through the earth there is a stirring , A turning , a waking , a calling : Earth and air and water all a - tremble ...
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... birds , and the fresh breeze that moved their graceful branches in the air . The blush rose was more timid and sensitive . If the birds sang too loudly , she shut her pretty leaves , and crept tremblingly , with excess of joy , closer ...
... birds , and the fresh breeze that moved their graceful branches in the air . The blush rose was more timid and sensitive . If the birds sang too loudly , she shut her pretty leaves , and crept tremblingly , with excess of joy , closer ...
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ANCIENT ROME angel arms asked BAYARD TAYLOR beautiful birds blessed brave bright bright eyes brother called castle Charles Mackay child Covenanters dark dear delight door dress England eyes face fairy father flowers friends garden gentle glad GRACE GREENWOOD grew hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven KATE HARRINGTON king kiss knew Lady laugh leaves little girl LITTLE PILGRIM lived looked Lord LUCY LARCOM mamma Mary Mary Howitt morning mother never night noble o'er once Philadelphia Plant pleasant poor pretty Queen Robin Gray Robin Hood SATURDAY EVENING POST Scotland seemed sent singing sister smile song soon sorrow stood story sweet tears tell thee things thou thought told took trees voice walk wife wild Willie wind wish wonderful woods WRITTEN young
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Page 2 - All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the Spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
Page 17 - With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace; From my heart I give thee joy,— I was once a barefoot boy!
Page 17 - Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night, Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall; Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond, Mine the walnut slopes beyond, Mine, on bending orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides!
Page 18 - Waited on the barefoot boy ! Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as boyhood can ! Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening...
Page 17 - Knowledge never learned of schools, Of the wild bee's morning chase, Of the wild flower's time and place, Flight of fowl and habitude Of the tenants of the wood; How the tortoise bears his shell, How the woodchuck digs his cell, And the ground-mole sinks his well; How the robin feeds her young, How the oriole's nest is hung...
Page 33 - ... forgive my persecutors and false accusers, and send us to meet in his glorious kingdom. My dear wife, farewell ! Bless my poor boy, pray for me, and let my good God hold you both in his arms.
Page 17 - I was rich in flowers and trees, Humming-birds and honey-bees; For my sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night, Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall; Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond, Mine the walnut slopes beyond, Mine, on bending orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides!
Page 33 - First, I send you all the thanks which my heart can conceive, or my words express, for your many travails and cares for me ; which, though they have not taken effect as you wished, yet my debt to you is not the less ; but pay it I never shall in this world.
Page 8 - Then Peter said, Silver and gold have I none; but such as I have give I thee: In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth rise up and walk.
Page 17 - Oh for boyhood's time of June, Crowding years in one brief moon, When all things I heard or saw, Me, their master, waited for. I was rich in flowers and trees, Humming-birds and honey-bees; For my sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade...