Child Classics: The Second Reader

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Bobbs-Merrill, 1909 - Всего страниц: 162

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Стр. 136 - 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. 22 - THE SWING HOW do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue ? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do ! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside — Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown — Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down ! XXXIV TIME TO RISE A BIRDIE with a yellow bill Hopped upon the window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said : ' Ain't you 'shamed,...
Стр. 48 - I love you, Mother," said rosy Nell; "I love you better than tongue can tell." Then she teased and pouted full half the day Till her mother rejoiced when she went to play. "I love you, Mother...
Стр. 19 - Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh, Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky.
Стр. 151 - ... ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play. And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep...
Стр. 57 - As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits— Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?
Стр. 142 - I cried for her more than a week, dears, But I never could find where she lay. I found my poor little doll, dears, As I played...
Стр. 63 - How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower!
Стр. 81 - Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss? Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
Стр. 33 - There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree; "He's singing to me ! he's singing to me ! " And what does he say, little girl, little boy ? "Oh, the world's running over with joy! Don't you hear ? don't you see ? Hush ! Look ! in my tree I'm as happy as happy can be.

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