Pretty Lessons in Verse for Good Children; with Some Lessons in Latin, in Easy Rhyme. By Sara Coleridge. The Fourth Edition, with Many Cuts |
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THE SEASONS.
Winter is a dreary time;
Then we hear the howling blast,
Then the trees are bare as hop-poles,
Rain and hail fall thick and fast.
Then we hear the howling blast,
Then the trees are bare as hop-poles,
Rain and hail fall thick and fast.
Winter is a social season;
Then we gather round the fire;
Books and pictures then delight us,
Fun and feasting mirth inspire.
Then we gather round the fire;
Books and pictures then delight us,
Fun and feasting mirth inspire.
Spring's a variable season;
First comes zephyr mild and meek,
Then the east wind nips the blossom,
Sun and show'r play hide and seek.
First comes zephyr mild and meek,
Then the east wind nips the blossom,
Sun and show'r play hide and seek.
Spring's a sweet and merry season;
Spring with garlands decks the thorn,
Fills the groves with songs of joyance,
Then the lamb and colt are born.
Spring with garlands decks the thorn,
Fills the groves with songs of joyance,
Then the lamb and colt are born.
Summer is a sultry time;
Then the glare of light oppresses;
Lilacs fall, and gay laburnum
Parts with all her golden tresses.
Then the glare of light oppresses;
Lilacs fall, and gay laburnum
Parts with all her golden tresses.
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Summer's a delightful season;
Then we view the gorgeous flowers,
Fragrant scents are wafted to us
While we sit in shady bowers.
Then we view the gorgeous flowers,
Fragrant scents are wafted to us
While we sit in shady bowers.
Autumn time is melancholy;
Then the Winter storms are nigh;
Mid the garden's fading relics
Mournful gusts are heard to sigh.
Then the Winter storms are nigh;
Mid the garden's fading relics
Mournful gusts are heard to sigh.
Autumn's a luxuriant season;
Then the harvest glads our sight,
Fruits grow ripe; and, glittering pheasants,
You must fall for our delight.
Then the harvest glads our sight,
Fruits grow ripe; and, glittering pheasants,
You must fall for our delight.
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