Museum for Young PeopleR. Merrill, 1852 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
ancient Anna Glen Arabian Asia baron beautiful bird's nest blue booby bread-fruit tree breast bucket which hangs called caravans castle Charley Charley's CHINESE cried dear desert East Edward Egypt Ellen father flowers forest fruit gave gentle boy gentleman George read glad Greece grow half dollar hand happy HARVARD COLLEGE hear heart heaven horses kill the birds king land laugh leave little birds little friends Little George lived looked Mahomet Mahometan manly MARDIN MECCA Michel mile-stones morning moss-covered bucket mother never night noble o'er OLD OAKEN BUCKET Palmyra Persia piece of gold play pleased pleasure Prince Frederick Prince's religion Saviour seen sheep show the nest Siberia sigh sing smiled SMITHSONIAN INSTITUTE song soon stood sweet TARTAR tears thee thou thousand travellers Turkey valleys vegetable William Tell wings winter wish wood young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 8 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Página 13 - HOW dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew...
Página 7 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends , — do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Página 17 - The morn has but just looked out, and smiled, When he starts from his humble grassy nest, And is up and away with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure bright sphere, To warble it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child ! be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, mother...
Página 13 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well. How sweet from the green, mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips. And now, far removed from the loved situation, The tear...
Página 7 - My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth ; Might learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth. Religion ! what treasure untold Resides in that heavenly word ! More precious than silver or gold, Or all that this earth can afford.
Página 8 - Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace And reconciles man to his lot.
Página 7 - Never hear the sweet music of speech; I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see: They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Página 6 - Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. I am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own.
Página 14 - ... bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well. How sweet from the green, mossy brim to receive it, As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips ! Not -a full, blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, The brightest that beauty or revelry sips.