Child Classics, Book 2Bobbs-Merrill, 1909 - Readers |
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... morning . " " Come here , Wee Robin , " said Pussy Bau- drons , " and I'll let you see a pretty white ring round my neck . " But Wee Robin answered , " No , no , Old Gray Pussy Baudrons ; WEE ROBIN'S YULE - SONG 41 A Scottish Folk Tale.
... morning . " " Come here , Wee Robin , " said Pussy Bau- drons , " and I'll let you see a pretty white ring round my neck . " But Wee Robin answered , " No , no , Old Gray Pussy Baudrons ; WEE ROBIN'S YULE - SONG 41 A Scottish Folk Tale.
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... morning . " " Come here , Wee Robin , " said Sly Tod Lowrie , " and I'll let you see a pretty spot on the top of my tail . " But Wee Robin answered , " No , no , Sly Tod Lowrie , no , no ! You worry the wee lamb but you shall not worry ...
... morning . " " Come here , Wee Robin , " said Sly Tod Lowrie , " and I'll let you see a pretty spot on the top of my tail . " But Wee Robin answered , " No , no , Sly Tod Lowrie , no , no ! You worry the wee lamb but you shall not worry ...
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... morning The grapes ' sweet odors rise ; At noon the roads all flutter With yellow butterflies . By all these lovely tokens , September days are here , With summer's best of weather , And autumn's best of cheer . THE PINKS BY FREDERICK ...
... morning The grapes ' sweet odors rise ; At noon the roads all flutter With yellow butterflies . By all these lovely tokens , September days are here , With summer's best of weather , And autumn's best of cheer . THE PINKS BY FREDERICK ...
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... and faded . Then Frederick cried about his flowers , but his mother said , " Do not cry , my child . This will teach you to be patient . " A few mornings later the mother came into the room THE PINKS 45 Frederick Krummacher.
... and faded . Then Frederick cried about his flowers , but his mother said , " Do not cry , my child . This will teach you to be patient . " A few mornings later the mother came into the room THE PINKS 45 Frederick Krummacher.
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Georgia Alexander. A few mornings later the mother came into the room where the two boys slept . they looked in their little white beds ! How pretty " My sweet children , " said she to herself . Then she tiptoed to Gustavus and awakened ...
Georgia Alexander. A few mornings later the mother came into the room where the two boys slept . they looked in their little white beds ! How pretty " My sweet children , " said she to herself . Then she tiptoed to Gustavus and awakened ...
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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!