Hazen's Primer and First-[fifth] Reader, Libro 2


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Página 171 - Though she saw him there, like a ball of light; For she knew he had God's time to keep All over the world, and never could sleep. The tall pink foxglove bowed his head — The violets curtsied, and went to bed; And good little Lucy tied up her hair, And said, on her knees, her favourite prayer.
Página 109 - I wonder if he knew How sad the bird would feel." A little boy hung down his head, And went and hid behind the bed, For he stole that pretty nest From poor little Yellowbreast.
Página xiii - A PRONOUN is a word that takes the place of a noun ; as " He reads," " She studies," " It falls." AN ADJECTIVE is a word used to describe a noun; as '•'•sweet cider," "educated people,
Página 169 - A fair little girl sat under a tree. Sewing as long as her eyes could see; Then smoothed her work, and folded it right. And said, 'Dear work, Good Night! Good Night!
Página 170 - The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed, The sheep's " bleat, bleat ! " came over the road ; All seeming to say, with a quiet delight, " Good little girl, good night, good night...
Página 108 - 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 so mean.
Página 171 - And said, on her knees, her favorite prayer. And while on her pillow she softly lay, She knew nothing more till again it was day; And all things said to the beautiful sun, " Good morning, good morning ! Our work is begun.
Página 118 - Pretty moon, pretty moon, How you shine on the door, And make it all bright On my nursery floor! You shine on my playthings, And show me their place, And I love to look up At your pretty bright face. And there is a star Close by you, and maybe That small twinkling star Is your little baby.
Página 143 - SLEEP, baby, sleep ! Thy father watches the sheep, Thy mother is shaking the dream-land tree, And down falls a little dream on thee ; Sleep, baby, sleep ! Sleep, baby, sleep ! The large stars are the sheep, The little stars are the lambs, I guess, The fair moon is the shepherdess ; Sleep, baby, sleep...
Página 204 - February has only twenty-eight days for seven years, and then, on the eighth year, it has twenty-nine again." 5. " Then/' said Henry, " there are always sixty seconds in a minute, sixty minutes in an hour, twenty-four hours in a day, seven days in a week, and twelve months in a year.

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