Journeys Through Bookland: A New and Original Plan for Reading Applied to the World's Best Literature for Children, Volume 1An anthology composed of selections of graduated reading difficulty that includes nursery rhymes, fables, fairy tales, poems, folk tales, short stories, historical accounts, biographical profiles, excerpts from longer works, and a usage guide designed to assist with the development of reading programs. |
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Page 76
... kill me this time . I'll never , never do it again . " " Well , see that you don't , " growled the Lion . " Killing you would be small business for me , any- how . " It was not many days after this that the Lion , while hunting near by ...
... kill me this time . I'll never , never do it again . " " Well , see that you don't , " growled the Lion . " Killing you would be small business for me , any- how . " It was not many days after this that the Lion , while hunting near by ...
Page 77
... kill you if you can't get away , won't they ? I'll help you . " " What can you do , you little mite ? " growled the Lion . " Better run away yourself , or when the hunters come for me they'll step on you . ' " " " O , I can help . I can ...
... kill you if you can't get away , won't they ? I'll help you . " " What can you do , you little mite ? " growled the Lion . " Better run away yourself , or when the hunters come for me they'll step on you . ' " " " O , I can help . I can ...
Page 92
... killed the old sheep themselves . So the shepherds never thought it was safe to leave the flocks alone , and some young lad was always chosen to watch them during the day , while the shep- herds worked on the little fields they ...
... killed the old sheep themselves . So the shepherds never thought it was safe to leave the flocks alone , and some young lad was always chosen to watch them during the day , while the shep- herds worked on the little fields they ...
Page 93
... torn and bleeding bodies , for every sheep had been killed . Naturally they laid all the blame on the shoulders of the boy . THE THE ROCK - A - BY LADY * By THE SHEPHERD BOY AND THE WOLVES 93 THE SHEPHERD BOY AND THE WOLVES.
... torn and bleeding bodies , for every sheep had been killed . Naturally they laid all the blame on the shoulders of the boy . THE THE ROCK - A - BY LADY * By THE SHEPHERD BOY AND THE WOLVES 93 THE SHEPHERD BOY AND THE WOLVES.
Page 99
... kill ox ! Ox won't drink water : Water won't quench fire ; Fire won't burn stick ; Stick won't beat dog ; Dog won't bite pig ; Pig won't get over the stile , And I shan't get home to - night . " But the butcher would not . She went a ...
... kill ox ! Ox won't drink water : Water won't quench fire ; Fire won't burn stick ; Stick won't beat dog ; Dog won't bite pig ; Pig won't get over the stile , And I shan't get home to - night . " But the butcher would not . She went a ...
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Popular passages
Page 348 - You elegant fowl, How charmingly sweet you sing! Oh! let us be married; too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?
Page 347 - THE Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat: They took some honey, and plenty of money Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The' Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, "O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are!
Page 417 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Page 412 - They stole little Bridget For seven years long; When she came down again Her friends were all gone. They took her lightly back, Between the night and morrow; They thought that she was fast asleep, But she was dead with sorrow.
Page 32 - 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 60 - Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he: He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Page 150 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger.
Page 26 - 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?
Page 411 - 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! Down along the rocky shore Some make their home — They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide-foam ; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain-lake, With frogs for their watch-dogs, All night awake.
Page 75 - 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!