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Growing with purple or with gold - "Autumn" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Now drain we up the social cup - "Autumn" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Though Winter threatens from afar - "Autumn" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

And lays in stores of future treasures - "Autumn" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Where all is shade and gloom - "B--The Bittern" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

I will tell you how to ask for bread - "Beg, Doggie, Beg" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

Climbs up amid the Alpine snows - "The Brave Dog of St. Bernard" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

The far-famed Hospice crowns the heights - "The Brave Dog of St. Bernard" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

When snowdrifts block the traveler's way - "The Brave Dog of St. Bernard" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

I'll show you the apples that grow on the tree - "Dolly's Promenade" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

I'll show you the bees, and the butterflies, too - "Dolly's Promenade" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

Playing "tag" in the very midst of the throng - "Dolly's Promenade" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

Six little white ducks running out to play - "The Ducks" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

When weary of the chase - "E--The Eagle" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Such a number of rooks came over her head - "Good-Night and Good-Morning" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

The tall pink foxglove bowed his head - "Good-Night and Good-Morning" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

The violets curtsied and went to bed - "Good-Night and Good-Morning" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

Forgetful of all our past blessings - "In Trouble" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

Watches o'er the treasures of her next - "J--The Jay" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

The reason such monsters should be loose - "Johnny and the Toad" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

Proudly careering his course with joy - "The King of the Mountain" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Firm on his own mountain vigor relying - "The King of the Mountain" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Breasting the dark storm, the red bolt defying - "The King of the Mountain" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

His wing on the wind, and his eye on the sun - "The King of the Mountain" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Came down from the sky in the night - "The New Baby" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

That she may not need the angels - "The New Baby" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

Roams uncontrolled and free - "P--The Pelican" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Who haughtiest look of pride assumes - "The Peacock" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

But ever quits our western lands before the winter pale - "Q--The Quail" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

When the north wind's voice was heard - "Spring" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

The bird by the harvest disturbed from her nest - "Summer" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Joys unalloyed shall still dwell in your mind - "Summer" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

When the shades of night descend - "U--The Ursine Opossum" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

On the panes with frost encased - "Winter" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

A blaze that cheers the hearth with kindling rays - "Winter" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Their treasures next the ashes yield - "Winter" [Chatterbox: Stories of Natural History. 1880]

Preserve me from such bitter food - "The Young Monkey" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

The falling prize with pleasure caught - "The Young Monkey" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]

Per Wikipedia, The Chatterbox was a childrens magazine published by John Erskine Clarke. The publications on Project Gutenberg seem to be anthologized excerpts. I did not check these snippets to look for authors, but at least one poem was partly plagiarized from Tennyson. That is, the second part of the poem came, word for word, from Tennyson's "The Eagle." The first part of that poem must have come from elsewhere, but it wasn't as obvious to me where it came from.

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