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Title: The Infant's Delight: PoetryAuthor: AnonymousRelease date: February 1, 2004 [eBook #10912]Most recently updated: December 23, 2020Language: EnglishCredits: Produced by Afra Ullah and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team
Title: The Infant's Delight: Poetry
Author: Anonymous
Author: Anonymous
Release date: February 1, 2004 [eBook #10912]Most recently updated: December 23, 2020
Language: English
Credits: Produced by Afra Ullah and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team
*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE INFANT'S DELIGHT: POETRY ***
The Mistletoe-sellers.
The Dead Robin.
Blind Man's Buff
BLIND MAN'S BUFF.
When the win-ter winds are blow-ing,And we ga-ther glad and gay,Where the fire its light is throw-ing,For a mer-ry game at play,There is none that to my know-ing,—And I've play-ed at games enough,—Makes us laugh, and sets us glow-ingLike a game at Blind-man's Buff.
God's works are very great, but stillHis hands do not ap-pear:Though hea-ven and earth o-bey His will,His voice we can-not hear.And yet we know that it is HeWho moves and governs all,Who stills the rag-ing of the sea,And makes the showers to fall.Alike in mer-cy He be-stowsThe sun-shine and the rain;That which is best for us He knows,And we must not com-plain,Whe-ther He makes His winds to blow,And gives His tem-pests birth,Or sends His frost, or bids the snow—"Be thou up-on the earth."
He Saith to the Snow: Be Thou on The Earth. Job 37.6
He Saith to the Snow: Be Thou on The Earth. Job 37.6
Snow-ball-ing.
Snow-ball-ing.
See these mer-ry ones at play,On this snowy New Year's Day:How they run, and jump, and throwHand-fuls of the soft, white snow.You should hear them laugh and shoutAs they fling the snow about!'Tis by Frank and Gus aloneThat the balls are chief-ly thrown,While their cou-sins make and bringOther balls for them to fling.Ka-tie is pre-par-ing thus,Quite a store of balls for Gus;But her mer-ry sis-ter MayFrom her task has run a-way,All that heavy lump of snow,At her cou-sin Gus to throw.E-dith is not very bold,And at first she fear-ed the cold;Now at last you see her runDown the steps to join the fun.
Oh! is there any cause to fearThat dol-ly will be very ill?To cure my lit-tle dar-ling here,Pray, doc-tor, use your ut-most skill.And dol-ly, if you would get well,Hold out your arm, that Dr. GrayMay feel your tiny pulse, and tellWhat best will take the pain a-way.And do not say: "I will not touchThat nas-ty phy-sic, nor the pill."If lit-tle dolls will eat too much,They must not won-der if they're ill.If your mam-ma ate too much cake,She would be very poor-ly too,And nas-ty phy-sic have to take;And, lit-tle dol-ly, so must you.
Those Who the South-ern O-cean Cross, Meet With the Wide-wing-ed Al-ba-tross.
Those Who the South-ern O-cean Cross, Meet With the Wide-wing-ed Al-ba-tross.
The Sick Doll.
The Sick Doll.
Little Rose's Valentine.
Little Rose's Valentine.
This lit-tle Lamb was brought to NellThe day its old ewe mo-ther died,And, now it knows and loves her well,It will not go from Nel-ly's side.A-long the hall, and up the stair,You hear its lit-tle pat-ter-ing toes:Her Pet will fol-low every-whereA-bout the house, where Nel-ly goes.
ROSE.The post-man has been, dear mam-ma,And has brought me a let-ter so fine;And Su-san has one, but it is not, by far,So pret-ty a let-ter as mine.And, pray, will you read it to me,Mam-ma, if I give you a kiss?I wish very much to know who it can beThat has sent me a let-ter like this.MAM-MA.To the lot of our dear lit-tle RoseWe trust every bless-ing may fall;And this is the prayer and the fond hope of thoseWho love her most dear-ly of all.So now, lit-tle Rose, can you guessWho sent you this let-ter by post?ROSE.Oh, yes, dear mam-ma, I can tell you; oh, yes!For you, and pa-pa, love me most.
ROSE.The post-man has been, dear mam-ma,And has brought me a let-ter so fine;And Su-san has one, but it is not, by far,So pret-ty a let-ter as mine.And, pray, will you read it to me,Mam-ma, if I give you a kiss?I wish very much to know who it can beThat has sent me a let-ter like this.MAM-MA.To the lot of our dear lit-tle RoseWe trust every bless-ing may fall;And this is the prayer and the fond hope of thoseWho love her most dear-ly of all.So now, lit-tle Rose, can you guessWho sent you this let-ter by post?ROSE.Oh, yes, dear mam-ma, I can tell you; oh, yes!For you, and pa-pa, love me most.
ROSE.
MAM-MA.
ROSE.
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Your Heavenly Father Feedeth Them. Matt. Vi. 26.
Your Heavenly Father Feedeth Them. Matt. Vi. 26.
Plough-ing.
Plough-ing.
Far up A-mong the Moun-tain Peaks, His Food the Lone-ly Con-dor Seeks.
Far up A-mong the Moun-tain Peaks, His Food the Lone-ly Con-dor Seeks.
'How is the Weather?'
'How is the Weather?'
Nelly's New Parasol.
Nelly's New Parasol.
(SONG OF SOLOMON, ii. 12.)
Who Tore It?
Who Tore It?
The E-mu in Aus-tra-lia's Found, Where the Wild Bush Spreads Far A-round.
The E-mu in Aus-tra-lia's Found, Where the Wild Bush Spreads Far A-round.
The Little Hero.
The Little Hero.
Blowing Bubbles.
Blowing Bubbles.
'snap, Be Good!'
'snap, Be Good!'
Where the Wide Wastes of O-cean Lie, The Greed-y Gan-net Loves to Fly.
Where the Wide Wastes of O-cean Lie, The Greed-y Gan-net Loves to Fly.
The Stray Kitten.
The Stray Kitten.
The First of May.
The First of May.
Lost Labour.
Lost Labour.
The Sa-cred I-bis, We Are Told, The E-gyp-tians Much Re-vered of Old
The Sa-cred I-bis, We Are Told, The E-gyp-tians Much Re-vered of Old
Washing My Children.
Washing My Children.
Taking Care of Baby
Taking Care of Baby
'where's Dick-ey?'
'where's Dick-ey?'
With Wings Scarce Mov-ing, Through the Sky, The Lazy Kite is Seen to Fly.}
With Wings Scarce Mov-ing, Through the Sky, The Lazy Kite is Seen to Fly.}
Playing at Omnibus.
Playing at Omnibus.
On the Water.
On the Water.
The But-ter-fly.
The But-ter-fly.
In Sum-mer Time, A-long Our Coasts. The Mack-a-rel Swarm in Count-less Hosts.
In Sum-mer Time, A-long Our Coasts. The Mack-a-rel Swarm in Count-less Hosts.
'go Away, Rover!'
'go Away, Rover!'
Lucy and Arthur.
Lucy and Arthur.