A poetical reading book [ed.] by W. M'GavinWilliam M'Gavin (editor of The union school song garland) 1879 |
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Side 5
... Spider and the fly , Spring flowers , Stay , lady ! stay , for mercy's sake , Summer evening at the Farm , Summer lodging , A Summer longings , Summer shower , The Sunset , Sun , The - The dew was falling fast , The frost looked forth ...
... Spider and the fly , Spring flowers , Stay , lady ! stay , for mercy's sake , Summer evening at the Farm , Summer lodging , A Summer longings , Summer shower , The Sunset , Sun , The - The dew was falling fast , The frost looked forth ...
Side 24
... spider is weaving their doom , Then , lady - bird ! lady - bird ! fly away home ! Hark ! hark ! to thy children's bewailing . Fly back again , back again , lady - bird dear ! Thy neighbours will merrily welcome thee here ; With them ...
... spider is weaving their doom , Then , lady - bird ! lady - bird ! fly away home ! Hark ! hark ! to thy children's bewailing . Fly back again , back again , lady - bird dear ! Thy neighbours will merrily welcome thee here ; With them ...
Side 59
... Spider above described were told me by a very intelligent man , who permitted the web to remain for a considerable time in his counting - house window , that he might have the means of closely observing its occupier's way of life . The ...
... Spider above described were told me by a very intelligent man , who permitted the web to remain for a considerable time in his counting - house window , that he might have the means of closely observing its occupier's way of life . The ...
Side 60
... spider , watching an unguarded moment , darted behind him , and falling upon him with all his force , drew a fine thread from his side , with which he so completely entangled his prostrate victim , that it was impossible he could move ...
... spider , watching an unguarded moment , darted behind him , and falling upon him with all his force , drew a fine thread from his side , with which he so completely entangled his prostrate victim , that it was impossible he could move ...
Side 67
... SPIDER AND THE FLY . " Will you walk into my parlour ? " said the Spider to the Fly , " " Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy ; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair , And I've a many curious things to shew ...
... SPIDER AND THE FLY . " Will you walk into my parlour ? " said the Spider to the Fly , " " Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy ; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair , And I've a many curious things to shew ...
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A poetical reading book [ed.] by W. M'Gavin William M'Gavin (editor of The union school song garland) Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1862 |
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Baron beautiful Blackbird Bluebottle bough bower boy o'the mountain bright buds busy Bee Butter-cups and daisies Charlotte Smith child cockatoo cottage cowslip creeping everywhere crocus dance dead dear deer door dost doth e'er earth Ebenezer Elliott eyes fair fields fly away home garland gentle glee golden grass green happy Harston haste hawthorn hear heard heart hill J. S. Stallybrass Joanna Baillie John Barleycorn John Clare lady lady-bird leaves light Little Bell little birds Little lamb look Mary Howitt merry morning ne'er nest never night o'er orphan boy peep poor dog pretty primrose rejoice rest ROBIN'S NEST rose round shines sight silent sing sleep smiles song Spider spring-flowers Squirrel sunny sunny brow sweet tell thee thou busy tree Twas violet wake wandered weary Web-Spinner wild William Cullen Bryant wind winglets wings wood Wood-Mouse woodland
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Side 7 - 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.
Side 68 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Side 7 - I'll tell thee, Little Lamb, I'll tell thee, He is called by thy name, For he calls himself a Lamb.
Side 55 - These pretty Babes with hand in hand Went wandering up and down; But never more they saw the Man Approaching from the Town. In both these stanzas the words, and the order of the words, in no respect differ from the most unimpassioned conversation. There are words in both, for example, ' the Strand,
Side 32 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Side 42 - A rose's brief bright life of joy, Such unto him was given ! — Go, thou must play alone, my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven." " And has he left the birds and flowers ? And must I call in vain ? And, through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again ? " And by the brook, and in the glade, Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me played, Would I had loved him more !
Side 8 - I'll tell thee; He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek, and He is mild; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Side 63 - With soaring up so high ; Will you rest upon my little bed? " Said the spider to the fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around, The sheets are fine and thin ; And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in.
Side 62 - The youth obeyed, and sought for game In forests far away, Where, deep in silence and in moss, The ancient woodland lay. But once, in autumn's golden time, He ranged the wild in vain, Nor roused the pheasant nor the deer, And wandered home again. The crescent moon and crimson eve Shone with a mingling light...
Side 32 - HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove ! Thou messenger of spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. Soon as the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear. Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers.