Elementary books for Catholic schools, Tema 1

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Burns & Oates, 1860
 

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Página 62 - And so the teacher turned him out, But still he lingered near, And waited patiently about Till Mary did appear; And then he ran to her, and laid His head upon her arm, As if he said, "I'm not afraid — You'll keep me from all harm." "What makes the lamb love Mary so?" The eager children cry. "Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know...
Página 21 - I like little Pussy, Her coat is so warm; And if I don't hurt her She'll do me no harm. So I'll not pull her tail, Nor drive her away, But Pussy and I Very gently will play...
Página 26 - Will you listen to me? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?" "Not I," said the cow, "Moo-oo! Such a thing I'd never do. I gave you a wisp of hay, But didn't take your nest away. Not I," said the cow, "Moo-ool Such a thing I'd never do.
Página 17 - With many a longing look, And — " Dear me," to himself he said, " I'm sure that's not a hook. " I can but give one little pluck ; Let's see, and so I will." So on he went, and lo! it stuck Quite through his little gill. And as he faint and fainter grew, With hollow voice he cried, " Dear mother, had I minded you, I need not now have died.
Página 26 - To-whit! to-whit! to-whee! Will you listen to me? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made"?" " Not I," said the the cow, " Moo-oo! Such a thing I'd never do. I gave you a wisp of hay, But didn't take your nest away. Not I,
Página 6 - When we consider the heavens, the work of Thy hands ; the moon and the stars which Thou hast ordained — what is man that Thou art mindful of him, or the son of man that Thou visitest him '{ Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels ; Thou hast crowned him with glory and honour.
Página 21 - I'll give her some food; And she'll love me because I am gentle and good. I'll pat little Pussy, And then she will purr, And thus show her thanks For my kindness to her...
Página 40 - LITTLE birds sleep sweetly In their soft round nests, Crouching in the cover Of their mothers' breasts. Little lambs lie quiet All the summer night, With their old ewe mothers Warm, and soft, and white. But more sweet and quiet Lie our little heads, With our own dear mothers Sitting by our beds. And their soft sweet voices Sing our hush-a-bies, While the room grows darker As we shut our eyes. And we play at evening Round our...
Página 27 - Oh, no, I wouldn't treat a poor bird so.
Página 40 - Mid the meadow flowers ; They have play and pleasure, But not love like ours. But the heart that's loving, Works of love will do ; Those who dearly cherish, We must honour too : To our Father's teaching Listen day by day, And our mother's bidding Cheerfully obey. For when in his childhood Our dear Lord was here, He too was obedient To his mother dear. And his little children Must be good as He, Gentle and submissive, As He used to be.

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