Our little ones. W.T. Adams, ed, Volumen1William Taylor Adams 1882 |
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Términos y frases comunes
A. B. Shute asked Aunt baby beautiful Billy birds Bobby Bose bright bright eyes brown Bunny cage called Charley chickens cried Daisy dear little Dick doll door dress E. H. Garrett eyes F. T. Merrill fast father fish Flaxie Flossie Frederick Dielman gave Grandpa Harry head J. C. Beard Jack Jack Frost kissed kitten Kitty knew laughed little boy little girl lived looked lovely mamma MARY N MASSACHUSETTS Maumer Miller and Hayden Minnie Mopsie morning mother mouse Nelly nest never nice night Oakford Orvie papa Phebe play Polly poor pretty Pussie Robbie robin's nest Rosy Sambo Santa Claus sleep snow soon squirrel stay sweet tail tell thing thought told Tommy took tree walk wanted Weezy West Indies WILD TURKEY woods
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Página 348 - Him through scenes of deep distress, Who bore the world's sad weight, We. in their crowded loneliness, Would seek the desolate. 3 For Thou hast placed us side by side, In this wide world of ill, And, that Thy followers may be tried, The poor are with us still. 4 Mean are all offerings we can make, But Thou hast taught us, Lord, If given for the Saviour's sake, They lose not their reward.
Página 83 - High and low The winter winds blow ! They fill the hollows with drifts of snow, And sweep on the hills a pathway clear; They hurry the children along to school, And whistle a song for the happy New Year.
Página 148 - OH, there is a little artist, Who paints in the cold night hours Pictures for little children, Of wondrous trees and flowers...
Página 13 - But I know that for me other tasks have been set, For I am a child and can nothing else be ; I must sit at my lessons, and, day after day, Learn to read and to spell, and to add one, two, and three. Yet perhaps...
Página 179 - Dear little snowdrop," murmured the breeze, "How you do shiver, cold days like these. Earth is so dreary, falls but the sigh. Will these dark days ever go by ? " " That's why I'm here, love ; gladness I bring. 'Take heart/ I whisper,
Página 82 - High and low The summer winds blow ! They dance and play with the garden flowers, And bend the grasses and yellow grain ; They rock the bird in her hanging nest, And dash the rain on the window-pane.
Página 15 - CAGE. 13 could not see his thoughts when he kissed her, or she would not have done what she did after he was gone. She was watching Bunny a long time that morning. She was sure he looked out with sad eyes between the wires. He pushed and tugged at them so hard that May grew very uneasy herself. Her mother was watching her from behind the blinds. Pretty soon May came in and stood by her mother. She looked down, and she was pulling her fingers. Her mother knew what this meant. She was "making up her...
Página 148 - The moon is the lamp he paints by, His canvas the window-pane ; His brush is a frozen snow-flake; Jack Frost the artist's name.
Página 180 - He liked to t hear of wars, and the brave deeds of sol- A diers. One fine June day Tommy thought /\ he would play soldier himself, and go to war. He put on an old red vest which his father wore in the brass band. His mother made him a paper soldier-cap, with plumes. He had a wooden gun, a tin sword, and a small drum. There was no other boy there to play with him and so he " made believe " he was the whole army* He was Captain Thomas, and Tommy the drummerboy, and Tom the soldier, — and all three...
Página 14 - If you walk along on in the spring, you will sometimes hear rastle, and see two bright eyes, — round and black, and shiny as little beads. May has a large gray cat. He sees these round black eyes quicker than a child would. His name is Spring Velvet. One day Spring Velvet was stealing softly along the bank. He heard a noise and made a sudden dash, and in a moment he was trotting home to Bridget with a striped chipmunk in his mouth ! Bridget knew Spring Velvet. She knew he did not care for mice...