. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them all day long?And so make life, death, and that vast forever, One grand, sweet song. —Charles Kingsle^ THE LANGUAGE OF THE BIRDS. Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove,The Linnet and Thrush say, I love and I love!In the winter theyre silent—the wind is so strong;What it says, I dont know, but it sings a loud green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather,And singing and loving all come back togethe
. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them all day long?And so make life, death, and that vast forever, One grand, sweet song. —Charles Kingsle^ THE LANGUAGE OF THE BIRDS. Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove,The Linnet and Thrush say, I love and I love!In the winter theyre silent—the wind is so strong;What it says, I dont know, but it sings a loud green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather,And singing and loving all come back together. I love, and I love, almost all the birds say,From sunrise to star-rise, so gladsome are they!But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love,The green fields below him, the blue sky above,That he sings, and he sings; and forever sings he—*I love my Love, and my Love loves me! Samuel Baylor Coleridge. REMEDY FOR EVIL. For every evil under the sun,There is a remedy, or there is there be one, try and find there be none, never mind SWEET AND LOW. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea,Low, low breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea!Over the rolling waters go,Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me:my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon;Rest, rest, on mothers breast, Father will come to thee soon;Father will come to his babe in the nest,Silver sails all out in the west, Under the silver , my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. —Alfred, Lord fennyson- THE MICE, THE CAT AND THE BELL. There was a sly cat in the house, and the mice were insuch fear of her that they held a meeting to find some way tobe safe from her. Do as I say, cried one of the mice. Hang a bell to thecats neck, to tell us when she is near. This bright plan made the mice jump for joy. Well, said an old mouse, we have a pretty , who shall hang the bell to the cats neck
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