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Página 109 - Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow.
Página 111 - For this is Thanksgiving Day. Over the river and through the wood, And straight through the barnyard gate! We seem to go Extremely slow; It is so hard to wait! Over the river and through the wood; Now grandmother's cap I spy! Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done? Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!
Página 110 - It stings the toes And bites the nose, As over the ground we go. Over the river and through the wood, To have a first-rate play; Hear the bells ring, ' ' Ting-a-ling-ding ! '
Página 131 - Mong the tribes of swarthy men ; Wheresoe'er a foot hath gone ; Wheresoe'er the sun hath shone On a league of peopled ground, Little children may be found ! Blessings on them ! they in me Move a kindly sympathy With their wishes, hopes, and fears , With their laughter and their tears ; With their wonder so intense, And their small experience...
Página 176 - The only point where human bliss stands still, And tastes the good without the fall to ill ; Where only merit...
Página 167 - He would not hear my voice, fair child ! He may not come to thee; The face that once like spring-time smiled, On earth no more thou'lt see. A rose's brief, bright life of joy, Such unto him was given ; — Go ! thou must play alone, my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven.
Página 144 - I have seen the insects sporting in the sunshine, and darting along the streams ; their wings glittered with gold and purple ; their bodies shone like the green emerald ; they were more numerous than I could count ; their motions were quicker than my eye could glance. I returned: they were brushed into the pool ; they were perishing...
Página 146 - I have seen the sun set in the west, and the shades of night shut in the wide horizon : there was no colour, nor shape, nor beauty, nor music ; gloom and darkness brooded around.
Página 166 - OH ! call my brother back to me ! I cannot play alone ; The Summer comes with flower and bee — Where is my brother gone ? " The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back...