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EDUATION APR 1 8 1912 LELAMUSI HIV HORI ) CONTENT JUNIOR
UNIVERSITY W ir work PAGE 11 13 15 TOPKNOT . . . . . A Swedish Folk Tale . . .
LITTLE BO - PEEP . . . . . . From Mother Goose . . . THE GOOSE That Laid
GOLDEN Eggs . .
EDUATION APR 1 8 1912 LELAMUSI HIV HORI ) CONTENT JUNIOR
UNIVERSITY W ir work PAGE 11 13 15 TOPKNOT . . . . . A Swedish Folk Tale . . .
LITTLE BO - PEEP . . . . . . From Mother Goose . . . THE GOOSE That Laid
GOLDEN Eggs . .
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THE GOOSE THAT LAID GOLDEN EGGS By Ęsop A man had a goose that laid
a golden egg every day . What a strange goose that was ! The man was getting
rich , but not so fast as he wished . “ The goose must be made of gold inside , ” he
...
THE GOOSE THAT LAID GOLDEN EGGS By Ęsop A man had a goose that laid
a golden egg every day . What a strange goose that was ! The man was getting
rich , but not so fast as he wished . “ The goose must be made of gold inside , ” he
...
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The sun was about to set . Suddenly a great bird came flying across the sky and
sat on the big white thing . Sindbad had heard of this bird . It was called the Roc .
The great white thing was the Roc ' s ' egg Sindbad came close to the Roc .
The sun was about to set . Suddenly a great bird came flying across the sky and
sat on the big white thing . Sindbad had heard of this bird . It was called the Roc .
The great white thing was the Roc ' s ' egg Sindbad came close to the Roc .
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And the brown thrush keeps singing , “ A nest do you see , And five eggs , hid by
me in the big cherry - tree ? Don ' t meddle ! don ' t touch ! little girl , little boy , Or
the world will lose some of its joy ! Now I ' m glad ! now I ' m free ! And I always ...
And the brown thrush keeps singing , “ A nest do you see , And five eggs , hid by
me in the big cherry - tree ? Don ' t meddle ! don ' t touch ! little girl , little boy , Or
the world will lose some of its joy ! Now I ' m glad ! now I ' m free ! And I always ...
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See , here are ten little eggs . ( Butterfly dies ) Caterpillar . Is she dead ? Poor
thing ! What shall I do ? I can not bring up butterflies . They will fly away from me !
I must even ask some one what to feed them . ( Lark flies down , singing ) Lark .
See , here are ten little eggs . ( Butterfly dies ) Caterpillar . Is she dead ? Poor
thing ! What shall I do ? I can not bring up butterflies . They will fly away from me !
I must even ask some one what to feed them . ( Lark flies down , singing ) Lark .
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Page 136 - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men ; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together ; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather...
Page 22 - THE SWING HOW do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue ? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do ! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside — Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown — Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down ! XXXIV TIME TO RISE A BIRDIE with a yellow bill Hopped upon the window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said : ' Ain't you 'shamed,...
Page 51 - I," said the Sparrow, "With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin." Who saw him die? "I," said the Fly, "With my little eye, I saw him die.
Page 141 - I once had a sweet little doll, dears, The prettiest doll in the world ; Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears, And her hair was so charmingly curled. But I lost my poor little doll, dears, As I played in the...
Page 91 - 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 fresh rain. Now I am stronger, Now I am cool : Heat cannot burn me. My veins are so full.
Page 48 - I love you, Mother," said rosy Nell; "I love you better than tongue can tell." Then she teased and pouted full half the day Till her mother rejoiced when she went to play. "I love you, Mother...
Page 19 - Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh, Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky.
Page 41 - Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king! The king was in his counting-house, Counting out his money; The queen was in the parlor, Eating bread and honey.
Page 151 - ... ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play. And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep...
Page 33 - So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree, To you and to me, to you and to me; And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy, "Oh, the world's running over with joy; But long it won't be, Don't you know? don't you see? Unless we are as good as can be!
Bibliographic information
| Title | Child Classics, Book 2 Child Classics, Georgia Alexander |
| Author | Georgia Alexander |
| Publisher | Bobbs-Merrill, 1909 |
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