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Стр. 29 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Стр. 127 - He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth...
Стр. 118 - Ladybird, Ladybird, fly away home, Your house is on fire, your children will burn.
Стр. 127 - Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet 1 say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Стр. 127 - Even a child is known by his doings, whether his work be pure, and whether it be right.
Стр. 127 - But ask now the beasts, and they shall teach thee; and the fowls of the air, and they shall tell thee: Or speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee: and the fishes of the sea shall declare unto thee.
Стр. 91 - So, little by little, She brought her leaves out, All clustered about ; And then her bright flowers Began to unfold, Till Daffy stood robed In her spring green and gold.
Стр. 111 - Under the green hedges after the snow, There do the dear little violets grow, Hiding their modest and beautiful heads Under the hawthorn in soft mossy beds. Sweet as the roses, and blue as the sky, Down there do the dear little violets lie ; Hiding their heads where they scarce may be seen, By the leaves you may know where the violet hath been.
Стр. 90 - Now then," thought Daffy, deep down in her heart, "It's time I should start." So she pushed her soft leaves through the hard frozen ground, Quite up to the surface, and then she looked round. There was snow all about her, gray clouds overhead ; The trees all looked dead. Then how do you think poor Daffy-down felt, When the sun would not shine and the ice would not melt?