A Second ReaderGinn & Company, 1892 - 198 páginas |
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... NEST ( Song ) . · 73 11 THE STORY OF A ROBBER • · 74 14 • Two NAUGHTY CHICKENS • • 77 16 · · • 19 · 21 · AT HOME AND ABROAD ( Song ) . JOHNNY • THE BOY AND THE BIRD . 79 81 88388 SLEEPY HARRY ZIP AND SNIP • THE TAME CRANE THE STORY OF ...
... NEST ( Song ) . · 73 11 THE STORY OF A ROBBER • · 74 14 • Two NAUGHTY CHICKENS • • 77 16 · · • 19 · 21 · AT HOME AND ABROAD ( Song ) . JOHNNY • THE BOY AND THE BIRD . 79 81 88388 SLEEPY HARRY ZIP AND SNIP • THE TAME CRANE THE STORY OF ...
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... NEST ? DISCONTENT • 177 180 140 GOOD COUNSEL 182 142 How EDA AMUSED THE BABY . 183 145 A SELFISH BOY 185 · THE SHEPHERD THE MOTHER . 146 WHERE TO WALK 188 148 Two LITTLE INDIANS . 189 · THE STORY OF A LAMB LITTLE LAMB . THE THREE BEARS ...
... NEST ? DISCONTENT • 177 180 140 GOOD COUNSEL 182 142 How EDA AMUSED THE BABY . 183 145 A SELFISH BOY 185 · THE SHEPHERD THE MOTHER . 146 WHERE TO WALK 188 148 Two LITTLE INDIANS . 189 · THE STORY OF A LAMB LITTLE LAMB . THE THREE BEARS ...
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... - day . 66 66 66 That is right . Now make another quickly. See if you can swing the next one off from your pipe . I like to see the bubbles float in the air . THE NEW ROCKING - HORSE . 11 THE IDLE 71 The Bird's NEST (Song) 73.
... - day . 66 66 66 That is right . Now make another quickly. See if you can swing the next one off from your pipe . I like to see the bubbles float in the air . THE NEW ROCKING - HORSE . 11 THE IDLE 71 The Bird's NEST (Song) 73.
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... nest with , and some moss and some wool . " So the bird flew away . 66 Next the idle boy saw a horse ; and he said , " Horse , will you play with me ? " But the horse said : " No. I must not be idle . I must go quickly and plow , or ...
... nest with , and some moss and some wool . " So the bird flew away . 66 Next the idle boy saw a horse ; and he said , " Horse , will you play with me ? " But the horse said : " No. I must not be idle . I must go quickly and plow , or ...
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Jenny H. Stickney. Softly , not too fast . THE BIRD'S NEST .艺 4 If ever I see on bush or tree Young birds in a pret - ty nest I must not in my play steal the birds way , To grieve their mother's breast . a- My mother , I know , Would ...
Jenny H. Stickney. Softly , not too fast . THE BIRD'S NEST .艺 4 If ever I see on bush or tree Young birds in a pret - ty nest I must not in my play steal the birds way , To grieve their mother's breast . a- My mother , I know , Would ...
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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.