Graded Poetry Readers: 1st-[8th] YearsKatherine Devereux Blake, Georgia Alexander Maynard, Merrill, & Company, 1905 |
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... tell where to find them ; Leave them alone and they'll come home , And bring their tails behind them . Little Bo - peep fell fast asleep , 5 And dreamed she heard them bleating ; 10 But when she awoke she found it a joke , For they were ...
... tell where to find them ; Leave them alone and they'll come home , And bring their tails behind them . Little Bo - peep fell fast asleep , 5 And dreamed she heard them bleating ; 10 But when she awoke she found it a joke , For they were ...
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... Tell me then , at night Are you in the sky ? ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Autumn Fires In the other gardens And all up the vale , From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail ! Pleasant summer over 19 5 And all the summer flowers , 10 The red ...
... Tell me then , at night Are you in the sky ? ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Autumn Fires In the other gardens And all up the vale , From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail ! Pleasant summer over 19 5 And all the summer flowers , 10 The red ...
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... tell his name . CECIL FRANCIS ALEXANDER IRELAND , 1820-1895 All Things Bright and Beautiful All things bright and beautiful , All creatures great and small , All things wise and wonderful , The Lord God made them all . Each little ...
... tell his name . CECIL FRANCIS ALEXANDER IRELAND , 1820-1895 All Things Bright and Beautiful All things bright and beautiful , All creatures great and small , All things wise and wonderful , The Lord God made them all . Each little ...
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... the water We gather every day ; He gave us eyes to see them , And lips that we might tell , How great is God Almighty , Who has made all things well . VIOLETS 57 DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK ENGLAND , 1826-1887 Violets 56 GRADED POETRY READER.
... the water We gather every day ; He gave us eyes to see them , And lips that we might tell , How great is God Almighty , Who has made all things well . VIOLETS 57 DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK ENGLAND , 1826-1887 Violets 56 GRADED POETRY READER.
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... tell thee ; Little lamb , I'll tell thee . He is called by thy name , For He calls himself a Lamb . He is meek and He is mild , He became a little child . I a child and thou a lamb , We are called by His name , Little lamb , God bless ...
... tell thee ; Little lamb , I'll tell thee . He is called by thy name , For He calls himself a Lamb . He is meek and He is mild , He became a little child . I a child and thou a lamb , We are called by His name , Little lamb , God bless ...
Términos y frases comunes
AMERICA baby sleeps BIRD'S NEST Bob-o'-link CHRISTINA G Cluck Coo-coo crumpled horn DOTH THE LITTLE Dumpty eggs I laid fly away home grass green house that Jack ISAAC WATTS Jack built JEAN INGELOW killed the rat kissed the maiden Lady Moon Ladybird little birdie LITTLE BUSY BEE Little lamb little longer Little white Lily little yellow-breast LOUIS STEVENSON SCOTLAND LYDIA MARIA CHILD maiden all forlorn malt That lay March violets meadow milked the cow morning Morning's at seven nice nest night PHOEBE CARY pleasant PRETTY COW pretty nest priest all shaven rain RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Robin dear Robin Redbreast ROSSETTI ENGLAND shaven and shorn sheep sing sleeps at home stole a nest stole four eggs stole that pretty STOLE THE BIRD'S sunshine sweet tattered and torn thee THINGS BRIGHT to-day to-whee To-whit tossed the dog twinkle violets WILLIAM ALLINGHAM wind worried the cat
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Página 86 - I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow — Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow ; For he sometimes shoots up taller, like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.
Página 33 - Thirty days hath September, April. June, and November; All the rest have thirty.one, Save February, which alone Hath twenty.eight; and one day more We add to it one year in four.
Página 31 - That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.
Página 75 - DO you ask what the birds say ? The sparrow, the dove, The linnet and thrush say, " I love and I love ! " In the winter they're silent — the wind is so strong, What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather, And singing, and loving — all come back together. But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings ; and for ever sings he — " I love my Love, and my...
Página 55 - The rich man in his castle, The poor man at his gate, God made them, high or lowly, And ordered their estate.
Página 86 - I HAVE a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
Página 48 - They are only one times one. 0 moon ! in the night I have seen you sailing And shining so round and low ; You were bright ! ah, bright ! but your light is failing, — You are nothing now but a bow. You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven That God has hidden your face?
Página 75 - Do you ask what the birds say ? The Sparrow, the Dove, The Linnet and Thrush say, ' ' I love and I love ! " In the winter they're silent — the wind is so strong ; What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather, And singing, and loving — all come back together. But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings ; and for ever sings he" I love my Love, and my Love...
Página 48 - seven times" over and over, Seven times one are seven. I am old, so old, I can write a letter; My birthday lessons are done; The lambs play always, they know no better; They are only one times one.
Página 7 - Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall: Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the King's horses and all the King's men Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty in his place again." "That last line is much too long for the poetry," she added, almost out loud, forgetting that Humpty Dumpty would hear her. "Don't stand chattering to yourself like that," Humpty Dumpty said, looking at her for the first time; "but tell me your name and your business.