New ... Reader, Книги 1Printed at the State Printing Office, 1894 |
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afraid Ben's bird BLACKBOARD DRILL BLACKBOARD LESSON buttercup cake calf catch a fly catch a rat child dog catch DRILL ON SOUNDS drink duck run duck says EASY LESSON EXERCISE IN FINDING fat rat feet FINDING OUT WORDS FINDING SOUNDS flowers garden give grandma green gown grows and grows guilders hear heard hen runs jump kitty run KNOWN SOUNDS larkspur lily little boy little duck sat little girl little hen little pet Little Red little robin mama and baby Mama says Maud milk Papa says Pat my kitty PICTURE LESSON piper play Polly wants Pomp and Prissy pretty doll pretty little pretty nest pretty white pupils put some water read silently read the book Reading Lessons red rose says mama sell SILENT READING sing Sprat spring squirrel says stept sweet swim tall tell Weser whisper white rose WORDS WITH KNOWN
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Стр. 2 - They fought the dogs, and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats. And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats, By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking:
Стр. 3 - Soft notes as yet musician's cunning Never gave the enraptured air) There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling; Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering, And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering Out came the children running: All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily...
Стр. 3 - There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering, And, like fowls in a farmyard when barley is scattering, Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.
Стр. 14 - Monday's child is fair of face/ Tuesday's child is full of grace/ Wednesday's child is full of woe/ Thursday's child has far to go...
Стр. 4 - It's dull in our town since my playmates left! I can't forget that I 'm bereft Of all the pleasant sights they see, Which the Piper also promised me. For he led us, he said, to a joyous land, Joining the town and just at hand, Where waters gushed and fruit-trees grew, And flowers put forth a fairer hue, And everything was strange and new; The sparrows were brighter than peacocks here, And their dogs outran our fallow deer, And honey-bees had lost their stings, And horses were born with eagles...
Стр. 2 - Smiling first a little smile, As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while ; Then, like a musical adept, To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled, And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled Like a...
Стр. 63 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear ; She is coming, my life, my fate ; The red rose cries, ' She is near, she is near ; ' And the white rose weeps, ' She is late;' The larkspur listens, ' I hear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers,
Стр. 4 - And horses were born with eagles' wings; And just as I became assured My lame foot would be speedily cured, The music stopped and I stood still, And found myself outside the hill, Left alone against my will, To go now limping as before, And never hear of that country more!
Стр. 3 - And could only follow with the eye That joyous crowd at the Piper's back. But how the Mayor was on the rack, And the wretched Council's bosoms beat, As the Piper turned from the High Street To where the Weser rolled its waters Right in the way of their sons and daughters!
Стр. 4 - The door in the mountain side shut fast. Did I say, all? No! One was lame, And could not dance the whole of the way; And in after years, if you would blame His sadness, he was used to say— "It's dull in our town since my playmates left!