The Little Speaker, and Juvenile Reader: Being a Collection of Pieces in Prose, Poetry, and Dialogue, Designed for Exercises in Speaking, and for Occasional Reading, in Primary Schools

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S.A. Rollo & Company, no. 29 Park Row, 1859 - 162 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 41 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...
Pàgina 55 - And shouted but once more aloud, "My father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They...
Pàgina 54 - Speak, father !" once again he cried, " If I may yet be gone : And — " 'but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Pàgina 42 - Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though in solemn silence all Move round...
Pàgina 58 - Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, All dyed with rainbow light, All fashioned with supremest grace Upspringing day and night, — Springing in valleys green and low, And on the mountains high, And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes by...
Pàgina 33 - At last by starvation and famine made bold, All dripping with wet and all trembling with cold, Away he set off to a miserly ant, To see if, to keep him alive, he would grant Him shelter from rain...
Pàgina 36 - 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.
Pàgina 57 - GOD might have made the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree, and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all.
Pàgina 48 - Mother, mother, the winds are at play, Prithee, let me be idle to-day. Look, dear mother, the flowers all lie Languidly under the bright blue sky. See, how slowly the streamlet glides ; Look, how the violet roguishly hides ; Even the butterfly rests on the rose, And scarcely sips the sweets as he goes. Poor Tray is asleep in the noonday sun, And...
Pàgina 63 - Down in a green and shady bed A modest violet grew; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colors bright and fair!

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