Little Folks' Every Day Book: Rhymes and Illustrations for Every DayAmanda Bartlett Harris D. Lothrop, 1881 - 245 páginas |
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... 24TH . Outside falls the snow , Outside the winds blow ; The mother sings low " O ! the walls of Home are builded bright and high , Reaching warm and crimson to the very sky . " JANUARY 23D . JANUARY 25TH . JANUARY 26TH . Ho.
... 24TH . Outside falls the snow , Outside the winds blow ; The mother sings low " O ! the walls of Home are builded bright and high , Reaching warm and crimson to the very sky . " JANUARY 23D . JANUARY 25TH . JANUARY 26TH . Ho.
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... blowing , In the cruel sleet , Little flowers begin their growing Far beneath our feet , Softly taps the spring and cheerily ; " Darlings , are you here ? " Till they answer , " We are nearly , " Nearly ready , dear . " FEBRUARY 28TH ...
... blowing , In the cruel sleet , Little flowers begin their growing Far beneath our feet , Softly taps the spring and cheerily ; " Darlings , are you here ? " Till they answer , " We are nearly , " Nearly ready , dear . " FEBRUARY 28TH ...
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... blow so sweet ? Among the violets Which blossom at your feet . MAY 17TH . There was an old lady all dressed in silk Who lived upon lemons and buttermilk . And thinking this world was a sour old place , She carried its acid all over her ...
... blow so sweet ? Among the violets Which blossom at your feet . MAY 17TH . There was an old lady all dressed in silk Who lived upon lemons and buttermilk . And thinking this world was a sour old place , She carried its acid all over her ...
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... blow ! AUGUST 17TH . Round and round the lilac bush The mother sparrow flies ; Down among the clover The little sparrow cries . AUGUST 18TH . Your butterflies , look ! — were there ever such ? Wild with the sun they glitter and go . And ...
... blow ! AUGUST 17TH . Round and round the lilac bush The mother sparrow flies ; Down among the clover The little sparrow cries . AUGUST 18TH . Your butterflies , look ! — were there ever such ? Wild with the sun they glitter and go . And ...
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... blow ? NOVEMBER 21ST . Oh , sister , he is so swift and tall Though I want to ride , he will spoil it all , For when he sets out he will let me fall And give me a bump , I know . NOVEMBER 22D . " Wait , wait ! rogue of a mouse ! Who ...
... blow ? NOVEMBER 21ST . Oh , sister , he is so swift and tall Though I want to ride , he will spoil it all , For when he sets out he will let me fall And give me a bump , I know . NOVEMBER 22D . " Wait , wait ! rogue of a mouse ! Who ...
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Términos y frases comunes
APRIL AUGUST Baby's birdies birds that roam blossoms blue Bobolink bright bright eyes brown brown owl butterflies cherry cluck Cricket curls dandelion darling dear DECEMBER DECEMBER 18TH dogs door dress duck ducklings eyes FEBRUARY flowers and bees good-bye to birds Grandpa hair Happy-go-Lucky HARVARD COLLEGE head home As early IITH JANUARY jing a ling Johnny JULY JUNE kissing baby Twice kittens Kitty know white Lady Moon Little Bo Peep little boy little girl little lady little mice look mamma Mamma's kissing baby merry morning mother mouse nest never nice night NOVEMBER OCTOBER 21ST OCTOBER 22D OCTOBER 28TH patter peep Peep-bo play pretty Pussy quack rills and flowers Robin Rook SEPTEMBER sing snow song soon sunny sweet good-bye tabby cat tell There's thing Three little to-day violets warm Wee Willie Winkie white from black wind winter's gone wish
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Página 23 - O columbine, open your folded wrapper, Where two twin turtle-doves dwell ? 0 cuckoopint, toll me the purple clapper That hangs in your clear green bell! And show me your nest with the young ones in It; I will not steal them away; 1 am old ! you may trust me, linnet, linnet, — I am seven times one to-day.
Página 25 - THERE'S no dew left on the daisies and clover, There's no rain left in heaven : I've said my " 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. • 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...
Página 25 - I will blow you out; You stare In the air Like a ghost in a chair, Always looking what I am about — I hate to be watched; I'll blow you out." The Wind blew hard, and out went the Moon. So, deep On a heap Of clouds to sleep, Down lay the Wind, and slumbered soon, Muttering low, "I've done for that Moon.
Página 43 - I wish and I wish that the spring would go faster, Nor long summer bide so late; And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster, For some things are ill to wait. I wait for the day when dear hearts shall discover, While dear hands are laid on my head: "The child is a woman, the book may close over, For all the lessons are said.
Página 32 - Little white snow-drop! I pray you arise; Bright yellow crocus! Come, open your eyes; Sweet little violets, hid from the cold, Put on your mantles of purple and gold; Daffodils! daffodils! say, do you hear?— Summer is coming! and spring-time is here!
Página 10 - Where did you get your eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through. What makes the light in them sparkle and spin? Some of the starry spikes left in. Where did you get that little tear? I found it waiting when I got here.
Página 55 - A song of a nest : — There was once a nest in a hollow: Down in the mosses and knot-grass pressed, Soft and warm and full to the brim — Vetches leaned over it purple and dim, With buttercup buds to follow.