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... fair as May - time , lips of laughter , eyes of blue , Dreaming lightly of the future with a heart sincere and true . All the winds that blew to meet her sang of happy days to be When the rose of life should blossom in a land beyond the ...
... fair as May - time , lips of laughter , eyes of blue , Dreaming lightly of the future with a heart sincere and true . All the winds that blew to meet her sang of happy days to be When the rose of life should blossom in a land beyond the ...
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... fair and whose pictures are beautiful . We should not be like misers , who never enjoy what they have , but only bewail what they lose . And , since she has gone where she feels no pain , let us not indulge in too much grief . The soul ...
... fair and whose pictures are beautiful . We should not be like misers , who never enjoy what they have , but only bewail what they lose . And , since she has gone where she feels no pain , let us not indulge in too much grief . The soul ...
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... fair little angel ? " She answered , with a voice like a bell : " I tum tos I've dot a sick mamma , And want ' ou to please pray her well ! " " Who told you ? " began I - she stopped me ; " Don't nobody told me at all ; And papa can't ...
... fair little angel ? " She answered , with a voice like a bell : " I tum tos I've dot a sick mamma , And want ' ou to please pray her well ! " " Who told you ? " began I - she stopped me ; " Don't nobody told me at all ; And papa can't ...
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... fair , That was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there . " Now , don't you go till I come , ” he said , " And don't you make any noise ! " So , toddling off to the trundle - bed He dreampt of the pretty toys ...
... fair , That was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there . " Now , don't you go till I come , ” he said , " And don't you make any noise ! " So , toddling off to the trundle - bed He dreampt of the pretty toys ...
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... fair . His hopes and his joys are as dear to her As they were in his small - boy days . He never changes ; to her he's still " My little boy , " she says . " Always a little boy to her , " And to him she's the mother fair , With the ...
... fair . His hopes and his joys are as dear to her As they were in his small - boy days . He never changes ; to her he's still " My little boy , " she says . " Always a little boy to her , " And to him she's the mother fair , With the ...
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ain't AUSTIN DOBSON baby's eyes bless boy that died boyhood breast bright CHARLES KINGSLEY child coming home dark dear old home Dese little boots dream dressed for Dreamland EUGENE FIELD face father feet gave me baby's glad hair happy heart Heaven home at night I'se J. G. HOLLAND JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY lips little angel Little Boy Blue Little cat little gable window little girl living long ago Lord my soul mamma mamma's p'ecious dirl merry miss MOTHER'S BOY mother's good night never knew night kiss o'er offered for Baby papa PICTURES of MEMORY play pray the Lord prayer precious RICHARD HENRY STODDARD Santa Claus sleep smile soft sorrow sweet SWEET AND LOW tears tell thee There's things thou tired toy dog waiting wonder words of mother yesterday YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY you's youth
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Page 54 - There! little girl; don't cry! There! little girl; don't cry! They have broken your slate, I know; And the glad, wild ways Of your school-girl days Are things of the long ago; But life and love will soon come by.— There! little girl; don't cry!
Page 44 - A little elbow leans upon your knee, Your tired knee that has so much to bear; A child's dear eyes are looking lovingly From underneath a thatch of tangled hair...
Page 16 - The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn ? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
Page 35 - Little Boy Blue The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and staunch he stands ; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come...
Page 33 - When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green ; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen ; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away ; Young blood must have its course, lad. And every dog his day.
Page 16 - O'Hanlon 115 West Ninety-fifth Street VIRGINIA, Your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little.
Page 51 - There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain, But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again.
Page 35 - And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!
Page 5 - Among the beautiful pictures That hang on Memory's wall, Is one of a dim old forest, That seemeth best of all. Not for its gnarled oaks olden, Dark with the mistletoe; Not for the violets golden That sprinkle the vale below; Not for the milk-white lilies That lean from the fragrant hedge...
Page 35 - And don't you make any noise!" So, toddling off to his trundle-bed, He dreamt of the pretty toys; And as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue — Oh ! the years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true...