The Second Primary Reader

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Swan, Brewer & Tileston, 1858 - 120 pāgines
 

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Pāgina 18 - TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are ! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. Then the traveller in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark : He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so.
Pāgina 52 - In works of labor or of skill, I would be busy too; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
Pāgina 106 - ... a place for every thing, and every thing in its place...
Pāgina 31 - 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.
Pāgina 51 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
Pāgina 31 - I'm not afraid — You'll keep me from all harm." "What makes the lamb love Mary so?" The eager children cry. "Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know...
Pāgina 59 - THAT it were my chief delight, To do the things I ought ! Then let me try with all my might To mind what I am taught. Wherever I am told to go, I'll cheerfully obey ; Nor will I mind it much, although I leave a pretty play.
Pāgina 19 - 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.
Pāgina 24 - 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.
Pāgina 12 - His errors, which extend in similar classes of words throughout all his dictionaries, arise from his imperfect knowledge of the power of the letter r. A moment's reflection will show that this letter has a peculiar influence on both the long and the short sound of the vowel which precedes it, in a monosyllable, or in...

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