Webster's Little Folks' Speaker: Comprising Many Standard Pieces, as Well as a Great Many Entirely Original, Both Sentimental and HumorousR.M. DeWitt, 1875 - Всего страниц: 192 |
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... turned her head- Chickery , chickery , chick ! " You're queen of the birds , and should wear a gold crown , Said sly little froggie , " pray , on me don't frown ! " She dropped in the brook , and sank down , derry down- Chickery ...
... turned her head- Chickery , chickery , chick ! " You're queen of the birds , and should wear a gold crown , Said sly little froggie , " pray , on me don't frown ! " She dropped in the brook , and sank down , derry down- Chickery ...
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... turned topsy - turvy ? Does it ring from street to roof ? Will the racket still continue , Spite of all your mild reproof ? Are you often in a flutter ? Are you sometimes filled with joy ? Then I have my grave suspicions That you have ...
... turned topsy - turvy ? Does it ring from street to roof ? Will the racket still continue , Spite of all your mild reproof ? Are you often in a flutter ? Are you sometimes filled with joy ? Then I have my grave suspicions That you have ...
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... turned flowers into honey . The squirrel said " Try , " and up he went to the top of the beech tree . The snowdrop said " Try , " and bloomed in the cold snows of winter . The sun said " Try , " and the spring soon threw Jack Frost out ...
... turned flowers into honey . The squirrel said " Try , " and up he went to the top of the beech tree . The snowdrop said " Try , " and bloomed in the cold snows of winter . The sun said " Try , " and the spring soon threw Jack Frost out ...
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... turned it over and over , and then whirled it like a spark of fire in the air , and let it fall gently down under the edge of the fence , among hundreds of leaves , and it fell into a dream , and never waked up to tell what it dreamed ...
... turned it over and over , and then whirled it like a spark of fire in the air , and let it fall gently down under the edge of the fence , among hundreds of leaves , and it fell into a dream , and never waked up to tell what it dreamed ...
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... turned they call him pig - headed . Animals have very small heads . The heads of fools slant back . When your head is cut off you are beheaded . Our heads are covered with hair , except bald heads . There are barrel - heads , heads of ...
... turned they call him pig - headed . Animals have very small heads . The heads of fools slant back . When your head is cut off you are beheaded . Our heads are covered with hair , except bald heads . There are barrel - heads , heads of ...
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50 cents ALICE CARY angel ANON baby Baby Bell baby's beautiful birds bless Bob-o-link Bobolink bright brown thrush bugs chee chick Chickery child creeping everywhere dark dear dialogues dream eyes flowers frogs GEORGE COOPER give gold Gus Williams half-bound hand happy head heard heart heaven Jack Frost keep kiss labor Lady Moon leaves light little birdie little boy little girl Little Jerry live look mamma MARY MAPES DODGE merry mooly cow morning mother mouse natural nest never night o'er paper covers PHOEBE CARY poor pottet pretty Price 25 cents Price 50 recited Robin round sing sleep smile Speak Spink Spring stars sunshine sweet swing tadpoles tell Tenderly thee There's things thou thro told tree Twas Twinkle whisper WILLIAM ALLINGHAM wind Witt's wonderful word young
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Стр. 31 - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather...
Стр. 100 - His hair is crisp and black and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow : You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low.
Стр. 100 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Стр. 99 - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Стр. 163 - I see it now, that one solitary, adventurous vessel, the Mayflower of a forlorn hope, freighted with the prospects of a future State, and bound across the unknown sea. I behold it pursuing, with a thousand misgivings, the uncertain, the tedious voyage. Suns rise and set, and weeks and months pass, and winter surprises them on the deep, but brings them not the sight of the wished-for shore.
Стр. 149 - WE were crowded in the cabin ; Not a soul would dare to sleep : It was midnight on the waters, And a storm was on the deep. 'Tis a fearful thing in winter To be shattered by the blast, And to hear the rattling trumpet Thunder,
Стр. 122 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win.' 'But what good came of it at last?' Quoth little Peterkin: — 'Why, that I cannot tell,' said he, 'But 'twas a famous victory.
Стр. 27 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Стр. 140 - But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
Стр. 186 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story ; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.