The revised series. First (-Sixth) reader, ed. by T. MorrisonThomas Morrison (LL.D.) 1884 |
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beaver black tail blade blue pig boat boil boy's boys and girls bread catch the wind chase China cried day a boy dear drowned eggs father fell fields fire fond friends frog grew ground hands horse hunt hurt jump kettle killed king knife leave LESSON little bill Little bird little boy little girl Little lamb look love little pussy mother muff Nelly nest nice night once oxen Pet Lamb play pluck poor cow Poor thing puss ripe cherries sailors sails salt seen serpent shore sleep slide snow song soon stag stick story stream strong sugar sweet sweet tea tea-pot tell thee thought tiger told Tom Hunt tree Twinkle walk warm watching wheat whistle White Ship wish wolf wolves wood yeast young
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Seite 72 - 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.
Seite 9 - TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Seite 26 - 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!
Seite 67 - A fair little girl sat under a tree, Sewing as long as her eyes could see , Then smoothed her work, and folded it right, And said, " Dear work ! good night ! good night...
Seite 9 - And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye . Till the sun is in the sky. As your bright and tiny spark Lights the traveller in the dark, Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Seite 73 - ... we shall have snow, And what will poor robin do then, poor thing ? He'll sit in the barn and keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, poor thing.
Seite 17 - I like little Pussy, Her coat is so warm; And if I don't hurt her She'll do me no harm. So I'll not pull her tail, Nor drive her away, But Pussy and I Very gently will play...
Seite 97 - DON'T kill the birds — the little birds That sing about your door, Soon as the joyous Spring has come, And chilling storms are o'er. The little birds — how sweet they sing, Oh, let them joyous live, And do not seek to take their life, Which you can never give.
Seite 82 - My dear, don't you know How, a long time ago, Two poor little children, Whose names I don't know, Were stolen away On a fine summer's day...
Seite 21 - Once I saw a little bird Come hop, hop, hop; So I cried, "Little bird, Will you stop, stop, stop?" And was going to the window To say, "How do you do?