Primer: Language Reader Series

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Page 105 - 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!
Page 87 - Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind ? Neither you nor I : But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by.
Page 92 - Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone: But when she got there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.
Page 71 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Page 44 - Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall: Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the King's horses and all the King's men Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty in his place again." "That last line is much too long for the poetry," she added, almost out loud, forgetting that Humpty Dumpty would hear her.
Page 89 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Page 69 - Pease) Porridge Hot Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold, Pease porridge in the pot nine days old ; Some like it hot, some like it cold, Some like it in the pot nine days old.
Page 76 - RAIN THE rain is raining all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea.
Page 122 - With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating— Where will all come home? On goes the river And out past the mill, Away down the valley, Away down the hill. Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore.
Page 63 - AT THE SEA-SIDE WHEN I was down beside the sea, A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a cup, In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more.

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