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Pagina 27 - I'm found, Peeping just above the ground, And my stalk is covered flat, With a white and yellow hat. Little...
Pagina 78 - A SWARM of bees in May Is worth a load of hay; A swarm of bees in June Is worth a silver spoon; A swarm of bees in July Is not worth a fly.
Pagina 29 - Poor girl, hard at work in the heat of the sun, How tired, and how warm you must be; Why don't you leave off, as the others have done, And sit with them under the tree?
Pagina 12 - THE VIOLET. DOWN in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew, Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colours bright and fair ; It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding there.
Pagina 80 - AH ! there it falls, and now it's dead, The shot went through its pretty head, And broke its shining wing ! How dull and dim its closing eyes ! How cold and stiff, and still it lies ! Poor harmless little thing ! It was a lark, and in the sky, In mornings fine, it mounted high, To sing a merry song : Cutting the fresh and healthy air, It whistled out its music there, As light it skimmed along.
Pagina 89 - TO BE HAPPY. How pleasant it is, at the end of the day, No follies to have to repent ; But reflect on the past, and be able to say, That my time has been properly spent. When I've done all my bus'ness with patience and care, And been good, and obliging, and kind ; I lie on my pillow and sleep away there, With a happy and peaceable mind.
Pagina 9 - THE POPPY. HIGH on a bright and sunny bed A scarlet poppy grew, And up it 'held its staring head, And thrust it full in view. Yet no attention did it win, By all these efforts made, And less unwelcome had it been In some retired shade. Although within its scarlet breast No sweet perfume was found, It seemed to think itself the best Of all the flowers around.
Pagina 71 - Bound about my silver rim. All the little stars do seem Hidden by my brighter beam ; And among them I do ride, Like a queen in all her pride. Then the reaper goes along Singing forth a merry song, While I light the shaking leaves And the yellow harvest sheaves. THE STARS ARE COMING. See, the stars are coming In the far blue skies : Mother, look, they brighten ; Are they angels
Pagina 76 - But two more little snails were there, Both feasting on this dainty fare, Engag'd in friendly talk. "No, no, you shall not dine with us, How dare you interrupt us thus," The greedy snails declare; So their poor brother they discard, Who really thinks it very hard. He may not have his share. But selfish folks are sure to know, They get no good by being so, In earnest or in play; Which these two snails confess'd, no doubt, When soon the gardener spied them out.
Pagina 61 - Now they frolic hand in hand, Making many a merry chain ; Then they form a warlike band, Marching o'er the level plain. Now ascends the worsted ball, High it rises in the air, Or against the cottage wall, Up and down it bounces there.