Children's Flowers; the Friends of Their Rambles and PlayReligious Tract Society, 1882 - 192 pages |
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beautiful bell berries birds Blackberry blue bluebells bonny bottom branches bright bunch bush Buttercup called Chickweed colour covered creeping everywhere Cress crown Daisy Dandelion dark decorated delicate delight Dog Rose dust edge fastened fields five flowers Forget-me-nots Foxglove friends gardens gather Grass green leaves green thread grow hairs hanging hard HAREBELL Hawthorn heads Heather hedge hold Holly honey Hyacinth inside Julius Cæsar kinds knob lanes leaf leaflets little child little children little Daisy little flower little green little plant look Nettle nice peeping perhaps pink Plantain Poppies pretty prickles Primrose pull purple rays Roman Nettle root Rose round scent seed-bag seeds seems side slender soft sometimes spring stamens star stem strong sweet sweet Violets tell thorns threads tinkle tiny green trees tube Violets Watercress white Clover wild withered wonderful woods Wry nose yellow
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Page 177 - Here I come creeping, smiling everywhere; All round the open door, Where sit the aged poor; Here where the children play, In the bright and merry May, I come creeping, creeping everywhere.
Page 108 - I sit, And glow like it; Lord, I confess too, when I dine, The pulse is thine, And all those other bits that be There placed by thee ; The worts, the purslain, and the mess Of water-cress...
Page 77 - A branch of May we have brought you, And at your door it stands, It is but a sprout, but it's well budded out By the work of our Lord's hands.
Page 77 - With his heavenly dew so sweet. The heavenly gates are open wide, Our paths are beaten plain. And if a man be not too far gone, He may return again. The life of man is but a span, It flourishes like a flower, We are here to-day, and gone to-morrow, And we are dead in an hour.
Page 177 - HERE I come creeping, creeping everywhere; By the dusty roadside, On the sunny hillside, Close by the noisy brook, In every shady nook, I come creeping, creeping everywhere.
Page 176 - Silently creeping, creeping everywhere : Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere You cannot see me coming, Nor hear my low sweet humming; For in the starry night, And the glad morning light, I come quietly creeping everywhere. Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; More welcome than the flowers In summer's pleasant hours ; The gentle cow is glad, And the merry bird not sad, To see me creeping, creeping everywhere.
Page 50 - The little birds they spring along, And look so glad and gay ; I love to hear their pleasant song, I feel as glad as they. The young lambs bleat and frisk about, The bees hum round their hive ; The butterflies are coming out...
Page 85 - THY fruit full well the schoolboy knows, Wild bramble of the brake! So, put thou forth thy small white rose; I love it for his sake. Though woodbines flaunt and roses glow O'er all the fragrant bowers, Thou need'st not be ashamed to show Thy satin-threaded flowers...
Page 77 - We have been rambling all this night And almost all this day, And now returned back again We have brought you a branch of may.