Johnson's First-[fifth] Reader, Volumen2B.F. Johnson, 1899 |
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Johnson's First[-Fifth] Reader Nannie Clements,Louise Manly,H H Richardson Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
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Términos y frases comunes
afraid answers in complete asked beautiful better birdie Blynken bright BROWN THRUSH buckwheat bugs burst buttercup buzzes the bee cocoons complete sentences Copy the last daisies dandelion dear father flew flowers friends garden goat grandmother grapes grow hare hawk heard jumped Ker-chug kill Lady Moon lark leaves LESSON let me fly lion little bird little girl little longer little red hood Little Red Riding Little White Lily lived looked Lucy Larcom mamma means MINNIE AND WINNIE mother mouse nest nice old duck peep petrel pitcher pot of butter pretty PROUD FROG quack Red Riding Hood robin Sarah Orne Jewett SEAT-WORK SECOND READER sing Sir Moses sleep snow song stork story swam swans thing thought tired toad Tommy Tommy Gray took tortoise tree UGLY DUCKLING wheat wind wings wintry day wolf Write answers Writing-Books Wynken
Pasajes populares
Página 43 - Don't meddle! don't touch! little girl, little boy, Or the world will lose some of its joy! Now I'm glad! now I'm free! And I always shall be, If you never bring sorrow to me." So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree, To you and to me, to you and to me; And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy, "Oh, the world's running over with joy! But long it won't be, Don't you know? Don't you see? Unless we are as good as can be!
Página 13 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away.
Página 85 - Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe ; And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew ; The little stars were the herring fish That lived in that beautiful sea.
Página 84 - WYNKEN, Blynken and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe — Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. " Where are you going, and what do you wish ? " The old moon asked the three. " We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beautiful sea ; Nets of silver and gold have we ! " Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
Página 86 - twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea But I shall name you the fishermen three : Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed. So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea, Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
Página 32 - ... Lady Moon, whom are you loving ? " All that love me." Are you not tired with rolling, and never Resting to sleep ? Why look so pale and so sad, as forever Wishing to weep ? " Ask me not this, little child, if you love me : You are too bold : I must obey my dear Father above me, And do as I'm told." Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving ? "Over the sea." Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving ?
Página 145 - I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Página 80 - Little white Lily Sat by a stone, Drooping and waiting Till the sun shone. Little white Lily Sunshine has fed ; Little white Lily Is lifting her head. Little white Lily Said, " It is good; Little white Lily's Clothing and food.
Página 37 - THE NEW MOON. DEAR mother, how pretty The moon looks to-night, She was never so cunning before ; Her two little horns Are so sharp and so bright, I hope she'll not grow any more.
Página 41 - There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree! He's singing to me! he's singing to me!