The Second Primary Reader: Consisting of Extracts in Prose and Verse, with Exercises in Enunciation : for the Use of the Second Classes in Primary Schools

Swan, Brewer and Tileston, 1860 - 120 Seiten

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Seite 53 - How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower!
Seite 20 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Seite 54 - In works of labor or of skill, I would be busy too; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
Seite 74 - LITTLE drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the pleasant land.
Seite 108 - ... a place for every thing, and every thing in its place...
Seite 33 - Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go; He followed her to school one day — That was against the rule. It made the children laugh and play To see a lamb at school.
Seite 26 - Young birds in their pretty nest, I must not in play Steal the birds away, To grieve their mother's breast. My mother, I know, Would sorrow so, Should I be stolen away; So I'll speak to the birds In my softest words, Nor hurt them in my play.
Seite 98 - THE blind boy's been at play, mother, The merry games we had ! We led him on his way, mother, And every step was glad : But when we found a starry flower, And praised its varied hue, A tear came trembling down his cheek, Just like a drop of dew. We took him to the mill, mother, Where falling waters made A rainbow o'er the...
Seite 61 - When I am bid I'll freely bring Whatever I have got ; And never touch a pretty thing, If mother tells me not. When she permits me, I may tell About my little toys ; But if she's busy or unwell, I must not make a noise.
Seite 21 - In the dark blue sky you keep, 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.

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