قراءة كتاب The Keepsake or, Poems and Pictures for Childhood and Youth

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The Keepsake or, Poems and Pictures for Childhood and Youth

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دار النشر: Project Gutenberg

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class="i0">The Christmas-rose a charm supplies.
Then through the frost and through the snow,
In a merry group we'll go,
Take our sledges and our skates,
Winter ne'er for sluggards waits.
We'll throw the snow-balls far and wide,
Beneath the mountain's hoary side;
Or build a giant tall and strong,
With shoulders broad, and limbs as long,
As Gog and Magog in Guildhall;
There it shall tower above us all,
Till sun and thaw shall melt its crown,
And bring its snowy honours down.
And when the dark'ning evening's come,
Fast away we'll scamper home,
And standing close around the fire,
The blazing faggots we'll admire,
And sip our milk, and work and read,
Till nurse cries out, "To bed! to bed!"

ANNE AND EDWARD.

PART I.

Loudly blows the northern wind,
And fast the snow descends,
Low before the driving storm,
The slender willow bends.

Why on such a dismal night
Does Anna ope her door,
And in her little ragged cloak,
Walk quickly o'er the moor?

She hastens to the neighbouring town,
To beg some friendly aid,
To save her mother, who so sick
And ill in bed is laid.

Her little brother by her side
Will watch whilst Anne's away,
And gladly, for his mother's sake,
He leaves each favourite play.

But see how quickly Anne returns,
A cheerful look she wears,
And softly, underneath her cloak,
Med'cine and food she bears.

These to her mother, day by day,
With duteous love she gives,
Whilst little Edward's cheerful smile,
Her anxious care relieves.

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Anne and Edward

Part I.

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Anne and Edward

Part II.

ANNE AND EDWARD.

PART II.

Bright shines the sun, the gentle breeze
In soften'd murmurs blows,
And softly through the verdant mead,
The little streamlet flows.

Close by yon fragrant violet bank,
Beneath the spreading thorn,
His mother's stool and cushion'd chair
Are by young Edward borne.

And from the lowly cottage door,
With feeble steps and slow,
Anna supports her mother's frame,
As to the bank they go.

There, seated on her pillow'd chair,
She breathes the balmy breeze,
Whilst Anne and Edward quietly
Are seated at her knees.

With merry hearts they now can meet
Her kind approving eye,
And to her various questions give
A cheerful, quick reply.

They have not now her death to fear,
But know, that time and care,
Will soon restore their mother dear,
To their most ardent prayer.

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