Poetry for children, by C. and M. Lamb, ed. by R.H. Shepherd, Numéro 340

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Page 54 - WHEN maidens such as Hester die Their place ye may not well supply, Though ye among a thousand try With vain endeavour. A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate That flush'd her spirit: I know not by what name beside I shall it call : if 'twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied She did inherit.
Page 54 - A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed, And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate, That flushed her spirit. I know not by what name beside I shall it call : — if 'twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied, She did inherit. Her parents held the Quaker rule, Which doth the human feeling cool, But she was trained in Nature's school, Nature had blest her.
Page 88 - And David longed, and said, Oh that one would give me drink of the water of the well of Beth-lehem, that is at the gate!
Page 88 - Oh that one would give me drink of the water of the well of Beth-lehem, which is by the gate! And the three mighty men brake through the host of the Philistines, and drew water out of the well of Beth-lehem...
Page 9 - What was her terror and distress, When she saw the infant take His bread and milk close to a snake ! Upon the grass he spreads his feast, And sits down by his frightful guest, Who had waited for the treat ; And now they both begin to eat.
Page 3 - DAVID IN THE CAVE OF ADULLAM. DAVID and his three captains bold Kept ambush once within a hold. It was in Adullam's cave, Nigh which no water they could have, Nor spring, nor running brook was near To quench the thirst that parch'd them there.
Page 8 - Him talking of a fine grey bird. This pretty bird, he said, indeed, Came every day with him to feed, And it loved him and loved his milk, And it was smooth and soft like silk.
Page 5 - COME, my little Robert, near — Fie ! what filthy hands are here— Who that e'er could understand The rare structure of a hand, With its branching fingers fine, Work itself of hands divine, Strong, yet delicately knit, For ten thousand uses fit, Overlaid with so clear skin You may see the blood within, And the curious palm, disposed In such lines, some have supposed You may read the fortunes there By the figures that appear, — Who this hand would choose to cover With a crust of dirt all over,...
Page 9 - The snake then to the other side, As one rebuked, seems to glide ; And now again advancing nigh, Again she hears the infant cry, Tapping the snake, " Keep further, do ; Mind, Grey Pate, what I say to you.
Page 88 - And said, My God forbid it me, that I should do this thing : shall I drink the blood of these men that have put their lives in jeopardy? for with thejeopardy of their lives they brought it.

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