The New code, 1871. The useful knowledge reading books, ed. by E.T. Stevens and C. Hole. 6 girls' standardsEdward Thomas Stevens 1872 |
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Page 29 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side". "How many are you, then, "said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Page 28 - You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven! I pray you tell, Sweet maid, how this may be." Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid; Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied: "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by...
Page 139 - Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find: Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call, And with such-like flattering, 'Pity but he were a king...
Page 139 - But if Fortune once do frown, Then farewell his great renown ; They that fawn'd on him before Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need : If thou sorrow, he will weep ; If thou wake, he cannot sleep ; Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
Page 29 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them. "And often after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair , I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. "The first that died was little Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away.
Page 29 - My stockings there I often knit, My 'kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit, I sit and sing to them. 'And often, after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. ' The first that died was little Jane, In bed she moaning lay, Till God relieved her of her pain, And then she went away.
Page 28 - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Page 28 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they, I pray you tell?" She answered, "Seven are we, And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother, And in the church-yard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 82 - mid the bonnie green leaves ; Ye hide in the heather, ye lurk in the brake, Ye dive in the sweet flags that shadow the lake : Ye skim where the stream parts the orchard-decked land, Ye dance where the foam sweeps the desolate strand. Beautiful birds ! ye come thickly around, When the bud's on the branch, and the snow's on the ground ; Ye come when the richest of roses flush out, And ye come when the yellow leaf eddies about.
Page 143 - THERE is a flower, a little flower, With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.