Philips' series of reading books for public elementary schools, ed. by J.G. Cromwell, Libro 1,Parte2 |
Términos y frases comunes
a-bout a-corn a-cross a-gain a-mong aft-er Al-bert al-ter an-gry bar-ley bark-ed bas-ket Bet-ty bigg-er bound in cloth Bow-wow bread car-pet curt-ain cheer-ful Chelsea chick-en chicks cloth PHILIPS cold cot-tage cow-shed cra-dle cream chance Crown 4to cry-ing do-ing driv-en dry land E-sop fish-es FLEET STREET fond Foolscap 8vo fun-ny gar-den gent-ly qui-et GEOGRAPHY George Philip hab-it run-ning hap-py Har-ry play-ed hard-er HARRY AND ROVER house mas-ter Jack jack-daw JOE WARD kit-ten knew fe-ver les-sons lick-ed wait-ed lit-tle Prit LIVERPOOL look-ed love-ly Lu-cy dear mer-ry min-ute morn-ing neat cover PHILIPS nev-er north wind o-pen oft-en on-ly pal-ace part-ed PHILIPS SCHOOL PHILIPS YOUNG pier PLAY WITH FIRE plen-ty pup-py puss-y sad-ly SCHOOL ATLAS sheep SHEEP SHEARING sit-ting sleep smile-d smiles kind-ness St Mark's College strongly bound sulk-y taught took tow-er tri-ed un-cle up-on ve-ry wa-ter Will-ie call-ed Will-ie's William Hughes William Lawson WILLIE AND NERO
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Página 7 - THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW he north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then, Poor thing? He'll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing.
Página 59 - Yes, my darling, well I know How the bitter wind doth blow ; And the winter's snow and rain, Patter on the window-pane ; But they cannot come in here, To my little baby dear ; For the window shutteth fast, Till the stormy night is past ; And the curtains warm are spread...
Página 87 - Sleep, baby, sleep. Sleep, baby, sleep, Our cottage vale is deep; The little lamb is on the green, With woolly fleece so soft and clean — Sleep, baby, sleep. Sleep, baby, sleep, Down where the woodbines creep; Be always like the lamb so mild, A kind and sweet and gentle child, Sleep, baby, sleep. «557...
Página 87 - ... dark quiet house. Walter was sleeping now, with the black leeches yet hanging to his fair, white throat. Still Sophy went on singing little lullabies, which she had sung under far different and happier circumstances. I remember one verse, because it struck me at the time as strangely applicable. '"Sleep, baby, sleep! Thy rest shall angels keep; While on the grass the lamb shall feed, And never suffer want or need, Sleep, baby sleep.
Página 41 - They climb upon the pantry shelf, And taste of all they please — They drink the milk that's set for cream, And nibble bread and cheese. But if they chance to hear the cat, Their feast will soon be done — They'll scamper off to hide themselves, As fast as they can run.