Какво казват хората - Напишете рецензия
Не намерихме рецензии на обичайните места.
Други издания - Преглед на всички
ANON AUNT EFFIE'S RHYMES baby bear beauty bell better bird bread bright bring brother busy child Clock close comes dark dear door eyes face fair fall father fear feel flowers girls give glad gone grass green hands happy Hast head hear heard heart hour I'll JANE John keep kind laugh leave light live look mamma Mary merry mind morning mother nest never nice night o'er once peep play poor pray prayer pretty rain rest rise roll rose round round-about seen shining side sing sleep sorrow stand stars stay SUMMER SONGS sure sweet tear tell thank thee things thou thought tinkle to-day trees turn walk watch wind wings wish young
Страница 46 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
Страница 45 - I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodlai.d air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Страница 140 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold — Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? " " Not there, not there, my child...
Страница 157 - So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning ; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws, So famed for his talent in nicely discerning. In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, And your lordship...
Страница 134 - Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Страница 15 - How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
Страница 155 - 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.
Страница 158 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.
Страница 37 - Self-poised upon that yellow flower; And, little butterfly ! indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! — not frozen seas More motionless ! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again ! This plot of orchard-ground is ours; My trees they are, my sister's flowers...
Страница 46 - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." " You run about, my little maid, Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the churchyard laid, Then ye are only five." "Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied, '' Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.