Verse and Prose for Beginners in Reading: Selected from English and American LiteratureHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1893 - 98 páginas |
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... thee ! There were comfits in the cabin , And apples in the hold ; The sails were made of silk , And the masts were made of gold ! The four and twenty sailors , That stood between the decks , Were four and twenty white mice , With chains ...
... thee ! There were comfits in the cabin , And apples in the hold ; The sails were made of silk , And the masts were made of gold ! The four and twenty sailors , That stood between the decks , Were four and twenty white mice , With chains ...
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... wood . Drive thy business ; let not that drive thee . Early to bed , and early to rise , Makes a man healthy , wealthy , and wise . THE SUN'S TRAVELS . East or west , home is 40 PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS . PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.
... wood . Drive thy business ; let not that drive thee . Early to bed , and early to rise , Makes a man healthy , wealthy , and wise . THE SUN'S TRAVELS . East or west , home is 40 PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS . PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.
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... thee , and overspread With brown leaves for coverlet , Which the tearful dew has wet . I , among the songs of Spring , Will miss the song thou didst not sing . " PLAY WITH ME ! " The kitten came this morning , and said , With a touch of ...
... thee , and overspread With brown leaves for coverlet , Which the tearful dew has wet . I , among the songs of Spring , Will miss the song thou didst not sing . " PLAY WITH ME ! " The kitten came this morning , and said , With a touch of ...
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... thee down and write In a book that all may read . " So he vanish'd from my sight ; And I pluck'd a hollow reed , And I made a rural pen , And I stain'd the water clear , And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear . INFANT ...
... thee down and write In a book that all may read . " So he vanish'd from my sight ; And I pluck'd a hollow reed , And I made a rural pen , And I stain'd the water clear , And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear . INFANT ...
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... thee ? I happy am , Joy is my name . Sweet joy befall thee ! Pretty joy ! Sweet joy but two days old . Sweet joy I call thee , Thou dost smile , I sing the while , Sweet joy befall thee ! THE LAMB . Little lamb , who made thee ? Dost ...
... thee ? I happy am , Joy is my name . Sweet joy befall thee ! Pretty joy ! Sweet joy but two days old . Sweet joy I call thee , Thou dost smile , I sing the while , Sweet joy befall thee ! THE LAMB . Little lamb , who made thee ? Dost ...
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Términos y frases comunes
15 cents 40 cents baby bells bird BIRD'S NEST Bob-o'-link Bobby Shafto bough bread Busy-body child cloth Cluck Colburn's First Lessons Coo-coo Daddy's gone a-hunting Double Number eggs I laid eyes good-night green grass growing Hawthorne's Hiawatha Primer Hot-cross buns Humpty Dumpty Johnny Pringle LAND OF NOD limb linen Little Bo-peep little boy little girl Little lamb Little Tommy Tucker little yellow-breast Longfellow's mee-ow moon mouse never nice nest night NONSENSE ALPHABET nose Old King Cole paper covers pipe play Poems poor dog POPULAR SAYINGS pretty maid pretty nest Primer and Reader PROVERBS AND POPULAR Pussy RHYMES Riverside Literature Series round Simple Simon sing Solomon Grundy song Song of Hiawatha spin star stole a nest stole four eggs stole that pretty STOLE THE BIRD'S sweet thee There's to-whee To-whit tree tweedle dee wood
Pasajes populares
Página 95 - OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray : And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary Child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. " To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go ; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow.
Página 77 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger.
Página 84 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Página 69 - I'll 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 thee!
Página 94 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
Página 97 - Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild.
Página 47 - 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 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 18 - As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits— Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?
Página 96 - He plied his work ; — and Lucy took The lantern in her hand. Not blither is the mountain roe : With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow, That rises up like smoke.
Página 43 - THE SWING HOW do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue ? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do ! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside — Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown — Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down ! XXXIV TIME TO RISE A BIRDIE with a yellow bill Hopped upon the window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said : ' Ain't you 'shamed,...