The Playmate: A Pleasant Companion for Spare Hours
Monthly periodical for children, including material previously published in "The Home Treasury" and other Cundall publications. Six parts isssued from May-October 1847. Includes poems, short stories and factual articles.
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The Playmate: A Pleasant Companion for Spare Hours, Pagina 1850
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ALBERT DURER Alboin arms babes beak bear beautiful beneath birds of prey bright brothers called child Chloe Conradin cried crook dance dear dearest Myrtil death delight ducks Dummling Eberhard emperor exclaimed eyes falconry Farmer Hardtman farthing father fear fell fiddle field flax-field flew flounder flowers forest Gepidae Golden Lion Gottfried green grey Gustavus hand head hear heard heart heaven husband king Lamon leaves light little Freddy Little John little Lizzie little Wendel lived Lizzie look Lysis Menalcas merry monk morning mother nest never night once poor porringer pretty Procida Robin Hood rock rose round Sicily sing sleep Spaniard Michael stood strong sure sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tortoise tree turtle-doves Venetian arsenal Venice weep whilst wife wild wings wood young
Pagina 79 - To Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Pagina 79 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that, frighted, thou lett'st fall From Dis's waggon ! — daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried ere they can behold Bright...
Pagina 24 - The gorse is yellow on the heath, The banks with speedwell flowers are gay, The oaks are budding; and beneath, The hawthorn soon will bear the wreath, The silver wreath of May.
Pagina 78 - THERE is a flower, a little flower, With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. The prouder beauties of the field In gay but quick succession shine, Race after race their honours yield, They flourish and decline. But this small flower, to Nature dear, While moons and stars their courses run, Wreathes the whole circle of the year, Companion of the Sun. It smiles upon the lap of...
Pagina 34 - The live-long night : nor these alone, whose notes, Nice-fingered art must emulate in vain, But cawing rooks, and kites that swim sublime In still repeated circles, screaming loud, The jay, the pie, and e'en the boding owl, That hails the rising moon, have charms for me.
Pagina 154 - Now, brother," said the dying man, " Look to my children dear ; Be good unto my boy and girl, No friends else...
Pagina 154 - Which were of furious mood, That they should take these children young And slay them in a wood. He told his wife...
Pagina 79 - Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Pagina 136 - Kilda's* shore ; whose lonely race Resign the setting sun to Indian worlds, The royal eagle draws his vigorous young, Strong-pounc'd, 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.
Pagina 79 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.