Sheldon & Co.'s Modern School Second Reader

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Sheldon & Company, 1882 - 192 pages

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Page 26 - I love you, Mother," said rosy Nell; "I love you better than tongue can tell." Then she teased and pouted full half the day Till her mother rejoiced when she went to play. "I love you, Mother...
Page 163 - BABY bye, Here's a fly ; Let us watch him, you and I. How he crawls Up the walls, Yet he never falls ! I believe with six such legs You and I could walk on eggs. There he goes On his toes, Tickling baby's nose.
Page 49 - Suppose your task, my little man, Is very hard to get, Will it make it any easier For you to sit and fret? And wouldn't it be wiser Than waiting like a dunce, To go to work in earnest, And learn the thing at once? Suppose that some boys have a horse, And some a coach and pair. Will it tire you less while walking To say, "It isn't fair?
Page 133 - I AM coming, little maiden ! With the pleasant sunshine laden ; With the honey for the bee ; With the blossom for the tree ; With the flower and with the leaf; Till I come the time is brief. I am coming, I am coming ! Hark, the little bee is humming ; See, the lark is soaring high In the bright and sunny sky ; And the gnats are on the wing ; Little maiden, now is spring ! See the yellow catkins cover All the slender willows over ; And on mossy banks...
Page 157 - I will go and see her, too. I will go this way ; do you go that, and we will see who will be there soonest.
Page 133 - I am coming, I am coming! Hark ! the little bee is humming; See ! the lark is soaring high In the bright and sunny sky, And the gnats are on the wing: Little maiden, now is spring. See the yellow catkins cover All the slender willows over ; And on mossy banks so green Starlike primroses are seen; Every little stream is bright; All the orchard trees are white.
Page 49 - Till your eyes and nose are red? And wouldn't it be pleasanter To treat it as a joke, And say you're glad " 'Twas Dolly's And not your head that broke"?
Page 166 - Now you see his wings of silk Drabbled in the baby's milk ; Fie, oh, fie, Foolish fly ! How will he get dry ? All wet flies Twist their thighs ; Thus they wipe their heads and eyes ; Cats, you know, Wash just so, Then their whiskers grow.
Page 164 - Rainbows on his wings are spread ! That small speck is his neck ; See him nod and beck ! I can show you, if you choose, Where to look to find his shoes ; Three small pairs, made of hairs — These he always wears.
Page 42 - There's no one ever sees his face, And yet we all agree That every plate we break was cracked By Mr Nobody.

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