Identifier: goldenstaircasep00chis2 (find matches)
Title: The golden staircase: poems and verses for children
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Chisholm, Louey, comp Spooner, M. Dibdin
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Publisher: New York, G.P. Putnam's Sons London, T.C. and E.C. Jack
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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dbreast piously Did cover them with leaves. And now the heavy wrath of God Upon their uncle fell;Yea, fearful fiends did haunt his house, His conscience felt an hell:His barns were fired, his goods consumed, His lands were barren made,His cattle died within the field, And nothing with him stayed. And in a voyage to Portugal Two of his sons did die;And to conclude, himself was brought To want and misery:He pawned and mortgaged all his laud Ere seven years came about;And now at length this wicked act Did by this means come out: The fellow that did take in hand These children for to kill,Was for a robbery judged to die, Such was Gods blessed will;So did confess the very truth, As here hath been displayed;Their uncle having died in gaol, Where he for debt was laid. You that executors be made And overseers ekeOf children that be fatherless And infants mild and meek;Take you example by this thing, And yield to each his right,Lest God with such like misery Your wicked minds requite. UNKNOWN.
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-THEIR. PRETTYE UPPES WITH B1ACKDER1UES•WERE AJLL BESMEARD AND THE GOLDEN STAIRCASE 103 A BOYS SONG WHERE the pools are bright and deep,Where the grey trout lies asleep,Up the river and oer the lea—Thats the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest,Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,Where the nestlings chirp and flee—Thats the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest,Where the hay lies thick and greenest;There to trace the homeward bee—Thats the way for Billy and me. Where the hazel bank is steepest,Where the shadow falls the deepest,Where the clustering nuts fall free-That s the way for Billy and me. Why the boys should drive awayLittle sweet maidens from the play,Or love to banter and fight so well,Thats the thing I never could tell. But this I know, I love to play,Through the meadow, among the hay;Up the water and oer the lea,Thats the way for Billy and me. There let us walk, there let us play,Through the meadow among the hay,Up the wate

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