Second Reader, Libro 2Heath, 1917 - 211 páginas |
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Página 36
... happy . He got well and His new feathers came lived for many years . and soon he could fly as well as ever . But never , after that , would he leave his home . A TRUE PIGEON STORY A man who once had two pairs of pigeons placed them in ...
... happy . He got well and His new feathers came lived for many years . and soon he could fly as well as ever . But never , after that , would he leave his home . A TRUE PIGEON STORY A man who once had two pairs of pigeons placed them in ...
Página 52
... I hear the shepherd wind's good - night — " Good - night , and happy sleep ! " - And dream that in the east , all white , Slumber the clouds , the sheep . -FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN . A GOOD FAT HEN ( One of John's Games ) 52.
... I hear the shepherd wind's good - night — " Good - night , and happy sleep ! " - And dream that in the east , all white , Slumber the clouds , the sheep . -FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN . A GOOD FAT HEN ( One of John's Games ) 52.
Página 57
... happy to be driver . He climbed proudly up on the load of grass in the wagon , but his horses ran away . " Whoa ! Whoa ! " he shouted to them , but they scampered about the lawn till they came to a nice big pile of grass . Then they ...
... happy to be driver . He climbed proudly up on the load of grass in the wagon , but his horses ran away . " Whoa ! Whoa ! " he shouted to them , but they scampered about the lawn till they came to a nice big pile of grass . Then they ...
Página 72
... happy play- thing was ? John and Mary called it the brook . One morning Uncle John drove in from his farm . He drove to the home of John and Mary . He had two horses and a wagon with plenty of clean , soft straw in it . " I am going to ...
... happy play- thing was ? John and Mary called it the brook . One morning Uncle John drove in from his farm . He drove to the home of John and Mary . He had two horses and a wagon with plenty of clean , soft straw in it . " I am going to ...
Página 73
... happy . But to - day the brook made all the children happy . On the little sandy beach were some big iron spoons and some tin pails . The brook seemed to say to the older children , " Now you run 73.
... happy . But to - day the brook made all the children happy . On the little sandy beach were some big iron spoons and some tin pails . The brook seemed to say to the older children , " Now you run 73.
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Términos y frases comunes
Alice Alice's Allan apple branch Aunt Mary baskets beat dog Bess bird stories birds bite pig blackberries blackberry jam Chicken Little chil CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Club coal the iron Cocky Locky cried Daddy Darwin dandelions David and Dorothy dear Dog won't bite dovecot dren Ducky Lucky farm farmer fat hen father Frank garden golden ax Good-by Goosey Loosey grass green happy Henny Penny horses iron to heat Jack March John and Mary Kate Kingman laughed letter little gray pony lived looked lost a shoe Magpie maple tree MARY MAPES DODGE meadow morning mouse Nellie nest old Sol old woman peas picked pigeons play poem pony has lost pony's feet Queen Recitation red Hen Red Q ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Shep shouted soon starfish stole story teeny-tiny tell To-whit Uncle John wagon White Q
Pasajes populares
Página viii - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Página 30 - 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 49 - 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 201 - The alder by the river Shakes out her powdery curls ; The willow buds in silver For little boys and girls. The little birds fly over, And oh, how sweet they sing ! To tell the happy children That once again 'tis spring. The gay green grass comes creeping So soft beneath their feet ; The frogs begin to ripple A music clear and sweet. And buttercups are coming, And scarlet columbine ; And in the sunny meadows The dandelions shine.
Página 143 - Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king?
Página 144 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Página 185 - For every night at teatime and before you take your seat, With lantern and with ladder he comes posting up the street. Now Tom would be a driver and Maria go to sea, And my papa's a banker and as rich as he can be; But I, when I am stronger and can choose what I'm to do, O Leerie, I'll go round at night and light the lamps with you!
Página 23 - As soon as the cat had lapped up the milk, the cat began to kill the rat ; the rat began to gnaw the rope ; the rope began to hang the butcher ; the butcher began to kill the ox ; the ox began to drink the water ; the water began to quench the fire ; the fire began to burn the stick ; the stick began to beat the dog ; the dog began to bite the pig ; the little pig in a fright jumped over the stile ; and so the old woman got home that night.
Página 136 - The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down ; The gentian's bluest fringes Are curling in the sun; In dusty pods the milkweed Its hidden silk has spun ; The sedges flaunt their harvest In every meadow nook, And asters by the brookside Make asters in the brook; From dewy lanes at morning The grapes...
Página 140 - Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November ; All the rest have thirty-one, Except the second month alone, Which has but twenty-eight, in fine, Till leap year gives it twenty-nine.