Stepping Stones to Literature: Number one

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Silver, Burdett and Company, 1897 - 128 pagini

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Pagina 50 - Mid pleasures and palaces, though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
Pagina 127 - 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. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away.
Pagina 125 - Where did you get your eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through. What makes the light in them sparkle and spin? Some of the starry spikes left in. Where did you get that little tear? I found it waiting when I got here.
Pagina 73 - The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will the dormouse do then, Poor thing?
Pagina 105 - Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky; Hundreds of shells on the shore together; Hundreds of birds that go singing by; Hundreds of bees in the sunny weather. Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn; Hundreds of lambs in the purple clover; Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn; But only one mother the wide world over.
Pagina 30 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Pagina 41 - LAMB MARY had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow; And everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go.
Pagina 52 - Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, sir, Yes sir, Three bags full.
Pagina 87 - Little Boy Blue, Come blow your horn. The sheep are in the meadow, The cows are in the corn.
Pagina 98 - A TRAVELLER through a dusty road strewed acorns on the lea ; And one took root and sprouted up, and grew into a tree. Love sought its shade, at evening time, to breathe its early vows ; And age was pleased, in heats of noon, to bask beneath its boughs ; The dormouse loved its dangling twigs, the birds sweet music bore ; It stood a glory in its place, a blessing evermore.

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