The American School Readers: Primer-, Libro 1Macmillan, 1911 |
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The American School Readers: Primer-, Libro 1 Kate F. Oswell,Charles Benajah Gilbert Vista completa - 1911 |
Términos y frases comunes
apples Atalanta back my little beat dog began bite pig bread burn stick butcher cat that killed children's literature Churn cried Dame Hen clucks ditch diggers dog that worried dolls duck Dumpty fence girls glass leaves gold leaves Goody Two Shoes goose grandmother grind and groan Harry Helen Helen read house that Jack huge cow Humpty-Dumpty iron our clothes Jack built John John read Johnny Cake jump killed the rat King's men Lady Bug letters little boy little long tail little old woman little tree Mabel MACMILLAN COMPANY malt that lay Master Chanticleer mill morning net 50 net Newark night outran a little porridge quench fire R. L. STEVENSON ran and ran Reader Red Hen rope Rub a dub snowman spin story swim teeny tiny hen tiny lady wolf worried the cat
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Página 87 - THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT This is the farmer sowing his corn, That kept the cock that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.
Página 124 - THE COW THE friendly cow all red and white, I love with all my heart: She gives me cream with all her might To eat with apple-tart. She wanders lowing here and there, And yet she cannot stray, All in the pleasant open air, The pleasant light of day; And blown by all the winds that pass And wet with all the showers, She walks among the meadow grass And eats the meadow flowers.
Página 108 - In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day?
Página 13 - 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.
Página 108 - BED IN SUMMER IN winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street.
Página 84 - MY bed is like a little boat; Nurse helps me in when I embark; She girds me in my sailor's coat And starts me in the dark. At night, I go on board and say Good-night to all my friends on shore; I shut my eyes and sail away And see and hear no more.
Página 10 - Once I saw a little bird Come hop, hop, hop, So I cried, "Little bird, Will you stop, stop, stop ? " And was going to the window To say "How do you do?
Página 115 - WHENEVER the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by. Late in the night when the fires are out, Why does he gallop and gallop about ? Whenever the trees are crying aloud, And ships are tossed at sea, By, on the highway, low and loud, By at the gallop goes he. By at the gallop he goes, and then By he comes back at the gallop again.
Página 85 - HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT THIS is the house that Jack built. This is the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.
Página 84 - At night, I go on board and say Good-night to all my friends on shore; I shut my eyes and sail away And see and hear no more. And sometimes things to bed I take, As prudent sailors have to do; Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake, Perhaps a toy or two. All night across the dark we steer; But when the day returns at last, Safe in my room, beside the pier, I find my vessel fast.