Stories for ChildrenAmerican Book Company, 1895 - 104 páginas |
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... , baby . " Do not eat your little white hands . " Can you see the baby's hands ? " Now I must go and feed my bird , " says Grace . May is a good little girl . She feeds her. Here is the ba - by in its little white bed . MAY AND HER PETS .
... , baby . " Do not eat your little white hands . " Can you see the baby's hands ? " Now I must go and feed my bird , " says Grace . May is a good little girl . She feeds her. Here is the ba - by in its little white bed . MAY AND HER PETS .
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Martha Luther Lane. May is a good little girl . She feeds her bird and her mouse , and then she puts the bird's cage in the sun . Then she puts the baby to sleep . When the baby is a - sleep , she puts it on the bed . The baby is asleep ...
Martha Luther Lane. May is a good little girl . She feeds her bird and her mouse , and then she puts the bird's cage in the sun . Then she puts the baby to sleep . When the baby is a - sleep , she puts it on the bed . The baby is asleep ...
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... girl 66 Has tak - en it a - way . And kit - ty , too ; I can't find her . Oh , dear ! what shall I do ? I wish I could my basket find And little kitty , too . " I'll go to moth - er's room and look , I think I'll find her there ; For ...
... girl 66 Has tak - en it a - way . And kit - ty , too ; I can't find her . Oh , dear ! what shall I do ? I wish I could my basket find And little kitty , too . " I'll go to moth - er's room and look , I think I'll find her there ; For ...
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... girl ! I hope you will sleep well . Are you ver - y far away , La - dy Moon ? Not so far away as the sun , but too far for you to come to me . I sail a - bout in the sky all night . Lady Moon , Lady Moon , where are you rov - ing ? Over ...
... girl ! I hope you will sleep well . Are you ver - y far away , La - dy Moon ? Not so far away as the sun , but too far for you to come to me . I sail a - bout in the sky all night . Lady Moon , Lady Moon , where are you rov - ing ? Over ...
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... girls in Ger - ma - ny love the storks , and the storks are not at all a - fraid of them . The stork's nest is made of sticks . Cranes are wading birds , too . They have long necks and long legs . They have long toes. 33.
... girls in Ger - ma - ny love the storks , and the storks are not at all a - fraid of them . The stork's nest is made of sticks . Cranes are wading birds , too . They have long necks and long legs . They have long toes. 33.
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Términos y frases comunes
Ax whose steady bees big dog Boards so straight brook cage Carried the Log cat that caught caught the rat cherries Chicken-little cranes cried crumpled horn dear dog that worried duck fairy Fido fish flowing tide Carried forest forlorn that milked geese glad going to tell gold hedgehog horn that tossed house that Jack Jack built jackdaw Jove jump knows Wielded Lady Moon lambs little bird little boy little mouse look malt that lay mice morning mother nest night QUEEN BEE rabbit race raindrop ring round River whose flowing ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Rolled rose-trees sky has fallen sleep Snow-white and Rose-red sound Were moved spider steady blows Cut stork straight and long swim tell the king top spin tossed the dog Tree weather-vane Wheel whir Wielded the Ax wind wings Witling wood Woodman worried the cat
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Página 103 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets — Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Página 41 - That lay in the house that Jack built. This is 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 103 - If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.
Página 41 - THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT This is the farmer sowing his corn, That kept the cock that crowed in the morn, 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 53 - BED IN SUMMER IN winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day...
Página 98 - He that is down needs fear no fall; He that is low no pride; He that is humble ever shall Have God to be his guide.
Página 85 - ... ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep...
Página 85 - 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. 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 42 - Dear mother, how pret-ty The moon looks to-night ! She was never so cun-ning before ; Her two little horns Are so sharp and so bright, I hope she'll not grow any more.
Página 16 - Mary had a little lamb ; Its fleece was white as snow; And everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go.