A Second ReaderGinn & Company, 1892 - 198 páginas |
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... MOTHER 131 ROBBIE'S VISIT TO THE PARK • 172 AT THE SAND - BANK 132 THE SONG OF THE THRUSH . 175 CRADLE SONG 135 YOUNG BIRDS . 176 • VIOLETS . A LITTLE SCHOOL MISS OAK'S SCHOOL . PRETTY POLLY THE OLD LOVE 137 138 WHO STOLE THE NEST ...
... MOTHER 131 ROBBIE'S VISIT TO THE PARK • 172 AT THE SAND - BANK 132 THE SONG OF THE THRUSH . 175 CRADLE SONG 135 YOUNG BIRDS . 176 • VIOLETS . A LITTLE SCHOOL MISS OAK'S SCHOOL . PRETTY POLLY THE OLD LOVE 137 138 WHO STOLE THE NEST ...
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... mother hen , as she folds her wings over her flock . Who will it be ? Mr. Owl must have something nice for his late dinner . O silly mouse , why did he not stay in ? He knew the old owl came out at night . can help him Poor little mouse ...
... mother hen , as she folds her wings over her flock . Who will it be ? Mr. Owl must have something nice for his late dinner . O silly mouse , why did he not stay in ? He knew the old owl came out at night . can help him Poor little mouse ...
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... mother was very fond of them . bā'bies sta'ble pōrch cûrled growled ĕat'en One day , after her dinner , when she went to the stable , she could not find one of her puppies . The next day the other was gone . Uncle Poor little Snip ! She ...
... mother was very fond of them . bā'bies sta'ble pōrch cûrled growled ĕat'en One day , after her dinner , when she went to the stable , she could not find one of her puppies . The next day the other was gone . Uncle Poor little Snip ! She ...
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... mother , " I turn back the twine and cross it so as to make a closed loop . Now see me write it on your slate . 66 ' The letter leans like the others , you see , and is of the same size as i . " Vio made e with the twine , and tried to ...
... mother , " I turn back the twine and cross it so as to make a closed loop . Now see me write it on your slate . 66 ' The letter leans like the others , you see , and is of the same size as i . " Vio made e with the twine , and tried to ...
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... mother " to Whitefoot . doll , " Ellie tells her . She likes to play " little " You are better than a Ellie holds her in her lap and rocks . She dresses her in her doll's dresses , and takes her to make calls . She puts Whitefoot to ...
... mother " to Whitefoot . doll , " Ellie tells her . She likes to play " little " You are better than a Ellie holds her in her lap and rocks . She dresses her in her doll's dresses , and takes her to make calls . She puts Whitefoot to ...
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Términos y frases comunes
apples asked Aunt baby Betty billy-goat Gruff bird Bobolink bonny song Bow wow brown thrush cake called cents chair Charlie Chicken-Little Cock-Lock cuckoo cuckoo clock dear Dicky bird Dime doll door eyes fast gave gone Gracie Harry Hen-Pen horse Huge Bear jack-o'-lantern Kitty LESSON 1.-WORD STUDY letters lion little boy little girl little lamb little Silver Hair Little Small Wee Little White Lily look Madge mamma mice Middle Bear Milly morning mother mouse nest nice night papa PETER CAREFUL pigs pitcher play Polly porridge pretty Pussy sing sky is falling SLATE sleep sly Fox Small Wee Bear Snip song SPELL sweet tell thing Three Bears tree TRIP TRAP troll VIO'S LESSONS continued voice vowel wee Robin Whitefoot WORD STUDY write
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Página 151 - 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 169 - Freddy, and all the snow ; And the sheep will scamper into the fold When the North begins to blow. Which is the wind that brings the heat ? The South Wind, Katy; and corn will grow, And peaches redden for you to eat, When the South begins to blow.
Página 186 - Boy's Song Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to trace the homeward bee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Página 175 - TO-WHIT ! to-whit, to-whee ! Will you listen to me ? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made ? Not I said the cow, moo-oo! Such a thing I never do; I gave you a wisp of hay, But didn't take your nest away. Not I, said the cow, moo-oo ! Such a thing I'd never do ! Bob-o-link, bob-o-link!
Página 108 - Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go.
Página 151 - THE LAMB Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Little lamb, I'll tell thee; Little lamb, I'll tell thee: He is called...
Página 176 - Oh, no ! I wouldn't treat a poor bird so. I gave wool the nest to line, But the nest was none of mine. Baa ! Baa ! " said the sheep ; " Oh, no, I wouldn't treat a poor bird so.
Página 67 - Little white Lily Droopeth with pain, Waiting and waiting For the wet rain. Little white Lily Holdeth her cup; Rain is fast falling And filling it up. Little white Lily Said, " Good again, When I am thirsty To have nice rain; Now I am stronger, Now I am cool ; Heat cannot burn me, My veins are so full.
Página 68 - Little white Lily dressed like a bride ! Shining with whiteness, and crowned beside ! Little white Lily droopeth with pain, Waiting and waiting for the wet rain. Little white Lily holdeth her cup; Rain is fast falling and filling it up. Little white Lily said, " Good again, When I am thirsty to have nice rain; Now I am stronger, now I am cool; Heat cannot burn me, my veins are so full.
Página 177 - I wonder if he knew How sad the bird would feel ? " A little boy hung down his head, And went and hid behind the bed, For he stole that pretty nest From poor little yellow- breast; And he felt so full of shame, He didn't like to tell his name.