Taylor, Jane, 1783-1824, Taylor, Ann, 1782-1866 · Philadelphia : T. Ash · leaf 89
Oh no! for my mother lies ill in her bed, Too feeble to spin or to knit;And my poor little brothers are crying for bread, And yet we cant give them a bit! Then could I be merry, and idle, and play, While they are so hungry and ill ?0 no, I had rather work hard all the day, My little blue apron to… … The spring in the grove is beginning to freeze, The pond is hard frozen all oer,Long icicles hang in bright rows from the trees, And drop in odd shapes from the door. The old mossy thatch, an d the meadows so green, Are coverd all over with white;The snow-drop and crocus no more can be seen, The…
Children's poetry, English
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