"The Old, Old Story-Book." Arranged from the Authorized Version by Eva Marsh Tappan. Illustrated. 8vo. Cloth, $1.50. Houghton.
"Bible Story Retold for Young People." By W. H. Bennett and W. F. Adeney. 2 parts: I. Old Testament Story. II. New Testament Story. Maps. Ill. 12mo. Each $.60; in one vol., $1.00. Macmillan.
"Bible Stories." (Children's Series of the Modern Reader's Bible.) By R. G. Moulton. 2 vols.: I. Old Testament; II. New Testament. 16mo. Cloth, each, $.50. Macmillan.
*"Select Masterpieces of Biblical Literature." (Modern Reader's Bible.) Edited by R. G. Moulton. 24mo. Cloth, $.50; leather, $.60. Macmillan.
It is doubtful if Bible stories in simple language form are of much value to the boy. If he is too young to read the language on his own account, the stories had better be read aloud to him from the Authorized Version. Then as early as possible let him cultivate the habit of learning this wonderful book first hand. Nothing in the field of literature will serve him better than will this reading habit.
*"Holy Bible, Containing the Old and New Testaments; Translated out of the Original Tongues, and with Former Translation Diligently Compared and Revised, by His Majesty's Special Command." 8vo. Cloth, $1.30. Self-pronouncing in long primer type. Oxford Press.
INDEX TO FIRST LINES OF POEMS
| PAGE | |
| A great while ago the world began | [58] |
| A life on the ocean wave | [130] |
| As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow | [85] |
| At Flores in the Azores, Sir Richard Grenville lay | [122] |
| A wet sheet and a flowing sea | [86] |
| Bless the Lord, O my soul | [152] |
| Blow, blow, thou winter wind | [98] |
| Boats sail on the rivers | [38] |
| Boot, saddle, to horse and away | [93] |
| By the rude bridge that arched the flood | [134] |
| Call for the robin redbreast and the wren | [70] |
| Come, dear children, let us away | [73] |
| Come follow, follow me | [64] |
| Come unto these yellow sands | [57] |
| Dainty little maiden, whither would you wander | [49] |
| Do you ask what the birds say? the sparrow, the dove | [59] |
| Entreat me not to leave thee | [55] |
| Faintly as tolls the evening chime | [105] |
| Fair Daffodils, we weep to see | [89] |
| From gold to gray | [119] |
| From Oberon, in fairy land | [91] |
| Full fathom five thy father lies | [67] |
| God of our fathers, known of old | [141] |
| Good-bye, good-bye to Summer | [60] |
| Hark, hark, the dogs do bark | [33] |
| Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings | [68] |
| Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee | [120] |
| He clasps the crag with crooked hands | [131] |
| He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most high | [113] |
| How sleep the brave who sink to rest | [130] |
| Hush thee, my babby | [35] |
| Hush! the waves are rolling in | [49] |
| I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers | [116] |
| I come from haunts of coot and hern | [82] |
| I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me | [46] |
| In winter I get up at night | [40] |
| I saw a ship a-sailing | [36] |
| I saw you toss the kites on high | [56] |
| I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he | [108] |
| It was the schooner Hesperus | [100] |
| I wandered lonely as a cloud | [135] |
| Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way | [58] |
| Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving | [54] |
| Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep | [35] |
| Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn | [34] |
| Little Lamb, who made thee | [51] |
| Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place | [132] |
| Minnie and Winnie lived in a shell | [50] |
| Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold | [140] |
| My heart leaps up when I behold | [70] |
| Now fades the last long streak of snow | [107] |
| Of speckled eggs the birdie sings | [37] |
| Oh, hush thee, my babie! thy sire was a knight | [63] |
| Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh-ho | [44] |
| O Lord, our Lord | [79] |
| O Mary, go and call the cattle home | [104] |
| Over hill, over dale | [69] |
| O wedding-guest! this soul hath been | [106] |
| Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day | [71] |
| Pease porridge hot | [33] |
| Pibroch of Donuil Dhu | [117] |
| Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been | [33] |
| Queen and huntress, chaste and fair | [84] |
| Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky | [65] |
| Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness | [137] |
| Sleep, baby, sleep, our cottage vale is deep | [34] |
| Sleep, baby, sleep, thy father is tending the sheep | [41] |
| Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king | [53] |
| Sweet and low, sweet and low | [47] |
| The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold | [111] |
| The cock is crowing | [72] |
| The curfew tolls the knell of parting day | [146] |
| The friendly cow, all red and white | [39] |
| The gorse is yellow on the heath | [97] |
| The heavens declare the glory of God | [94] |
| The king sits in Dunfermline town | [142] |
| The Lord is my shepherd | [42] |
| The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year | [99] |
| The Northern Star sailed over the bar | [96] |
| The rain is raining all around | [37] |
| The splendour falls on castle walls | [81] |
| The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh | [65] |
| The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing | [90] |
| The world is so full of a number of things | [37] |
| The year's at the spring | [67] |
| This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign | [136] |
| Three mice went into a hole to spin | [34] |
| Under the greenwood tree | [88] |
| Up the airy mountain | [52] |
| Up, up, ye dames, ye lasses gay | [73] |
| Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town | [35] |
| What does little birdie say | [41] |
| When cats run home and light is come | [58] |
| When children are playing alone on the green | [61] |
| When daffodils begin to peer | [58] |
| Whenever the moon and stars are set | [39] |
| When icicles hang by the wall | [68] |
| When I was sick and lay a-bed | [45] |
| When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy | [62] |
| Where lies the land to which the ship would go | [87] |
| Where the bee sucks, there suck I | [57] |
| Whither, 'midst falling dew | [139] |
| Who has seen the wind | [38] |
| Who is Sylvia? what is she | [121] |
| Who would true valour see | [115] |
| You spotted snakes with double tongue | [47] |