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E BROOK: A TALE OF TRANSFORMATIONS A SOLDIER'S CHILDREN "TOUCH HIM IF YOU DARE:" A TALE OF THE HEDGE MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY REVIEW THE PROMISE CONVALESCENCE THE ADVENTURES OF AN ELF. (_Translated_) SONGS FOR MUSIC. SERENADE MAIDEN WITH THE GIPSY LOOK AH! WOULD I COULD FORGET MADRIGAL THE ELLEREE: A SONG OF SECOND SIGHT OTHER STARS FADED FLOWERS SPEED WELL HOW MANY YEARS AGO? "WITH A DIFFERENCE" THE LILY OF THE LAKE FROM FLEETING PLEASURES: A REQUIEM FOR ONE ALIVE THE RUNAWAY'S RETURN FANCY FREE: A GIRL'S SONG MY LOVE'S GIFT ANEMONES AUTUMN LEAVES HYMNS. CONFIRMATION WHITSUNTIDE CHRISTMAS WISHES: A CAROL TEACH ME. (_From the Danish_) VERSES FOR CHILDREN. THE BURIAL OF THE LINNET. Found in the garden--dead in his beauty. Ah! that a linnet should die in the spring! Bury him, comrades, in pitiful duty, Muffle the dinner-bell, solemnly ring. Bury him kindly--up in the corner; Bird, beast, and gold-fish are sepulchred there; Bid the black kitten march as chief mourner, Waving her tail like a plume in the air. Bury him nobly--next to the donkey; Fetch the old banner, and wave it about: Bury him deeply--think of the monkey, Shallow his grave, and the dogs got him out. Bury him softly--white wool around him, Kiss his poor feathers,--the first kiss and last; Tell his poor widow kind friends have found him: Plant his poor grave with whatever grows fast. Farewell, sweet singer! dead in thy beauty, Silent through summer, though other birds sing; Bury him, comrades, in pitiful duty, Muffle the dinner-bell, mournfully ring. [Illustration: MASTER FRITZ.] Fritz and I are not brother and sister, but we're next-door neighbours; for we both live next door. I mean we both live next door to each other; for I live at number three, and Fritz and Nickel the dog live at number four. In summer we climb through the garret windows and sit together on the leads, And if the sun is too hot Mother lends us one big kerchief to put over both our heads. Sometimes she gives us tea under the myrtle tree in the big pot that stands in t
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