First (-Sixth) standard reading-book, by J. Colville. [With] Primer, Volumen2

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James Colville
1872

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Página 65 - I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth.
Página 65 - And it shall come to pass, when I bring a cloud over the earth, that the bow shall be seen in the cloud: and I will remember my covenant, which is between me and you and every living creature of all flesh; and the waters shall no more become a flood to destroy all flesh.
Página 92 - oh, no! I wouldn't treat a poor bird so. I gave wool the nest to line, But the nest was none of mine. Baa ! Baa !" said the sheep ; " oh, no I wouldn't treat a poor bird so.
Página 91 - Bow-wow! I wouldn't be so mean, anyhow! I gave hairs the nest to make, But the nest I did not take. Not I,
Página 91 - 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 13 - A cat came fiddling out of a barn, With a pair of bagpipes under her arm ; She could sing nothing but fiddle cum fee— The mouse has married the bumblebee — Pipe, cat — dance, mouse — We'll have a wedding at our good house I
Página 93 - I think I never heard Of anything so mean." "It is very cruel, too," Said little Alice Neal; "I wonder if he knew How sad the bird would feel?
Página 75 - Thanks, little maiden, for all thy care, — But I dearly love the clear, cool air, And my snug little nest in the old oak tree." "Little bird ! little bird ! stay with me." " Nay, little damsel ; away I'll fly To greener fields and a warmer sky. When Spring returns with pattering rain, You will hear my merry song again.
Página 93 - I should like to know What thief took away A bird's nest to-day?" "Cluck! Cluck!" said the hen, "Don't ask me again. Why, I haven'ta chick Would do such a trick. We all gave her a feather, And she wove them together. I'd scorn to intrude On her and her brood. Cluck! Cluck!" said the hen, "Don't ask me again." "Chirr-a-whirr! Chirr-a-whirr! All the birds make a stir! Let us find out his name, And all cry, 'For shame!'" "I would not rob a bird," Said little Mary Green; "I think I never heard Of anything...
Página 30 - I saw a little Wood-Mouse once, Like Oberon in his hall, With the green, green moss beneath his feet, Sit under a mushroom tall. I saw him sit and his dinner eat, All under the forest tree; His dinner of chestnut ripe and red, And he ate it heartily. I wish you could have seen him there; It did my spirit good, To see the small thing God had made Thus eating in the wood.

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