Pictures and Stories for ChildrenT.H. Carter, 1837 |
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AGENT America apples basket BEE-HIVES better bird of Paradise BOSTON boy named boy named Ben bread brooms bulrush cakes called carried cats CEDAR TREES CIDER coach cocoon cows creature door dresses Dust Eagle earth elephant farmers take father fence flag flowers fond gentle girl grain green hadst hard hares horse Indian corn Jack kind KINGFISHER lame leopard Lion little animal little children little Dormouse little Wood-mouse live London looks mats milk mother Mount Lebanon named Ben takes nice o'er old clothes Ostrich PICTURES AND STORIES plant play pleasant plough PRINTING-PRESS quiet round sell sheep ships silk skate sloop smell snow snug sometimes spell spinning SQUIRREL STORIES FOR CHILDREN summer sweet T. H. CARTER tall tell thee thing thou dost told ture warm weather wood wool
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Strana 14 - Kilda's * shore, whose lonely race Resign the setting sun to Indian worlds, The royal eagle draws his vigorous young, Strong-pounced, and ardent with paternal fire. Now fit to raise a kingdom of their own, He drives them from his fort, the towering seat, For ages, of his empire ; which, in peace, Unstain'd he holds, while many a league to sea He wings his course, and preys in distant isles.
Strana 15 - Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Strana 4 - And when cold winter comes, and the trees are bare, When the white snow is falling, and keen is the air, He heeds it not, as he sits by himself, In his warm little nest, with his nuts on his shelf. O, wise little Squirrel ! no wonder that he In the green summer woods is as blithe as can be!
Strana 15 - I saw a little Wood-Mouse once, Like Oberon in his hall, With the green, green moss beneath his feet, Sit under a mushroom tall. I saw him sit and his dinner eat, All under the forest tree; His dinner of chestnut ripe and red, And he ate it heartily. I wish you could have seen him there; It did my spirit good, To see the small thing God had made Thus eating in the wood.
Strana 10 - In every village mark'd with little spire, Embower'd in trees, and hardly known to fame, There dwells, in lowly shed and mean attire, A matron old, whom we Schoolmistress name...
Strana 7 - There shall we see the fierce white bear, The sleepy seals aground ; And the spouting whales that to and fro Sail with a dreary sound.
Strana 5 - But. small as he is, he knows he may want In the bleak winter weather, when food is scant: So he finds a hole in an old tree's core. And there makes his nest and lays up his store; Then when cold winter comes and the trees are bare. When the white snow is falling and keen is the air. He heeds it not, as he sits by himself In his warm little nest, with his nuts on his shelf. O wise little squirrel! no wonder that he. In the green summer woods, is as blithe as can be!
Strana 7 - And when week by week is gone, And the traveller journeys on Feebly ; when his strength is fled, And his hope and heart seem dead, Camel, thou dost turn thine eye On him kindly, soothingly, As if thou wouldst. cheering, say, " Journey on for this one day — Do not let thy heart despond ! There is water yet beyond ! I can scent it in the air — Do not let thy heart despair !" And thou guid'st the traveller there.
Strana 6 - Up ! up ! let us a voyage take ; Why sit we here at ease ? Find us a vessel tight and snug, Bound for the Northern Seas. I long to see the Northern Lights, With their rushing splendors fly, Like living things, with flaming wings, Wide o'er the wondrous sky. I long to see those icebergs vast, With heads all crowned with snow ; Whose green roots sleep in the awful deep Two hundred fathoms low.
Strana 13 - And when all above him it freezes and snows, What is it to him, for he nought of it knows ? And till the cold time of the winter is gone, The little Dormouse keeps sleeping on. But at last, in the fresh breezy days of the spring, When the green leaves bud, and the merry birds sing, And the dread of the winter is over and past, The little Dormouse peeps out at last. Out of his snug quiet burrow he wends, And looks all about for his neighbours and friends ; Then he says, as he sits at the foot of a...